Miss March

Mom and I just finished putting together a puzzle of the 50 states. It was for ages 7 and up, but these small victories keep us going!

Today it was just me and Dad on duty. Charla for nurturing. Ed for motivating.

The first therapy session was what some might refer to as a championship moment! Mom did an entire lap around the 6th floor ON HER FEET! She only had to stop and rest once. Just think, only 2 days ago she could barely stand! She didn't stop there...she went on to motor herself in the wheel chair for an additional lap. I think the fact that Dad was sitting at the finish line really pushed her to finish strong.

The nurse then parked her beside us in the commons area where Dad commenced to say, "If you keep up this exercise regimen and controlled diet of yours, you are going to be so in shape that they will make you Miss March in the Mastectomy/Stroke Victim Calendar!"

Big Ed, leave it to him to always keep a smile on her face when all any of us want to do is cry. Well, Mom did end up crying, but they were tears of laughter. She's kept her sense of humor as well. Just last night, she mangled her hair and cocked her glasses. She was imitating Clint playing Will Ferrell playing Harry Caray, something he came up with when he found and an old pair of Gramps' glasses and Mom's stash of wigs during her cancer treatment.

Her hospital room walls are decked with holly. She has her 3 ft nutcracker that scares the bejesus out of the grandkids and a small Christmas tree on loan from Anna, Heidi's daughter. I'm just waiting for Dad to pull out the mistletoe...he steals a kiss and holds her hand whenever he has the chance. Ugh, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth! No, Mom lights up like the Chevy Chase's house on Christmas Vacation every time he's in the room.

She finishes her last therapy session at 4pm, then dinner around 5 and finally...she can rest. Which btw is the best time to visit. During the day she tries to conserve as much energy as she can for therapy, that come dinner time, she is in high spirits knowing that no nurse is around the corner ready to torture her.

DJ, one of her Physical Therapists is a Texas Longhorn. So when DJ helps Mom up and down, then down and back, she always holds her guns up in his face when she does a great job. Raider Power! Pretty soon she's going to be marching circles around the 6th floor like the Tech drum major at the opening ceremonies of every game.

Keep those prayers comin'.........they're workin'.

Much Love,
Charla