A hard reality
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Well, the plus side is that if you're able to walk, you'll get to go home when the hospital is so busy.. He's a strong one, and it pays to stay active. He's already walking well enough to go back to their single-storey house. His speaking is still an issue, but that's improving, too. He loves to talk as much as I do, so his odds are good that his speech will get better over time.
Really, I think he'll do better at home than at the hospital now, as long as he's past the critical time of having another stroke episode. The first day or two are often when a second stroke can occur.
I haven't heard what physical therapy he will need, or anything else like that. It's probably too soon to know. As Bach and George said, the brain is pretty amazing and can show improvement in remarkable ways. Until it's clear what he really needs for PT, that won't be decided yet. Fingers crossed for him, and so relieved to have him back with family.
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And thank you all for being so kind. It stinks to get bad news and not be able to go help due to the distance. While hubby and I were talking about whether we could make it to a funeral out in MD (if things turned out that way), Uncle rallied and got moving under his own power again. With the way things turned out, now that all strikes me as rather funny. Uncle would be the first to laugh about it, too. He loves irreverent humor like that.
Reminds me of that old Ole and Lena joke. (Probably because Uncle loves Ole and Lena jokes.)
Ole is terribly sick in bed, sicker than he's ever been. The delicious aroma of home baking from the kitchen gives him the determination to get out of bed to go have a bite of whatever just came out of the oven that smells so wonderful.
As he reaches for a cookie, his wife Lena slaps his hand. "Don't touch those, Ole! Those are for your funeral!"
Thanks for holding my hand through that first night. You people are the best!
