Some of you might remember the post about my mother back in February. Well, some things have changed since then.
On the positive note, her physical condition has improved since then. At the time I wrote that post, her doctors were trying her on a course of injections to help bring her out of herself, get her to be more responsive and willing to work with the hospital staff. The concern was that she might not live long enough for it to take effect. Fortunately, she did and although there are good days and bad days, she is no longer in danger. And now, as of last week, she has actually been discharged from the hospital and moved to a nursing home.
Today is her seventy-ninth birthday. I was able to talk to her a little this morning although, in all honesty, I don’t know how much she understood of what I was saying.
I was originally supposed to leave tomorrow to visit her for the next week. This was arranged after our visit last September and only took on greater importance after she was hospitalized. Then, the COVID hammer came down.
There’s still a fair few things to be sorted out. I guess we’ll just have to take it one day at a time.
