Life around our house is mellowing out because it is all a matter of acceptance. Acceptance on Truett's part that he is wheelchair bound for a while. Acceptance on my part that I have to drop whatever I'm doing to help Truett out.
We've worked the sleeping arrangements out. Truett sleeps in his favorite recliner. I sleep in my bed and Clay sleeps in his house. I worried that I wouldn't hear Truett call out during the night, but I can hear him several rooms away. I compare this to having a newborn, where you sleep but listen with one ear for the baby's cries.The phone is always beside Truett to call Clay in case Truett needs to be transferred to the toilet. But, pretty much, we're all getting enough rest throughout the night.
Also,I am proud of myself for firing Shands Home Healthcare because of an attitude by the physical therapist who was going to give Truett some help before out-patient physical therapy at Magnolia Park in Gainesville. The particular therapist I am referring to, let us know in no uncertain terms that he was not about to transfer Truett or try to stand or walk him because he, himself ,had a bad back. So. . .I told them all, "We don't need your services!" And calls were placed to Gentiva, a competitive home health care business. The Gentiva physical therapist has been out twice and has worked on facial exercises to help with Truett's Bells Palsy that developed the day his tumor ruptured. The Gentiva physical therapist has stood Truett, has had Truett see how far he leans left when facing our stand-up mirror; and he has already tried to walk Truett with his walker.
Our life now is just a matter of acceptance. Acceptance that is bringing our family closer together.
It's going to be a long road, but we can do it together.
Posted by: merry jennifer | March 21, 2011 at 05:18 PM