Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Stroke to Rehab - Life Goes On
Life goes on no matter how that life may look, no matter what gets in the way, no matter what leads us to another path it goes on.
Dad is in rehab. He looks a teeny, tiny, itty, bit, better each and every day. He ever so slightly moves his left foot. He is so tired, so weak. He does not move his left arm or hand, but his facial muscles on the left side look better. He still has a feeding tube and we all have a stroke class this afternoon. I don't know what that is, but I will be there.
My sweet brother Dan is up to his usual. Most days are good, some are not. We all spent a good deal of time together this past weekend and that helped. We gauge Dan's days by the number of phone calls we receive. Not too many yesterday. He helps Mom. She told me that when he was staying with her over the weekend, she entered the living room to find that Dan had poured her a cold drink and flipped on the cooking channel. Go, Dan!
The rest of us are hanging in there. John continues to be husband of the year, but now he is so with a cold. Get better, sweetheart. I have gone back to work. This is tough, but 150 essays, one and a half week of classes, and finals before I am done. Finals week also means I am not ready for Christmas. I am not sure how that is going to even play out. I think about it a bit but I am not stressed. We take it one day at a time.
For some time now we have been considering an educational move for our daughter LibbyLu. She is pretty, smart, and embraces being a bit nerdy, odd, different. She has been teased some at school. Her school is tough, but offers the IB program and we thought this would be a good fit for her. After a year and a half, we have decided that this is not the case. There is a fair amount of violence at this school and I worry about her and now she worries about herself. She has said she must be careful who she talks to at times, who she hangs with, and who she knows. This is not how it should be. She came home this week afraid enough to trade her unique look in for school uniforms. We will be picking up extra work and LibbyLu is headed to a private school. I will write more about this later. I will write about her old school and how, as a public educator, this breaks my heart. Her brain is too important to waste on other peoples' bad behavior.