January 21, 2003
Hey. Well, I… hmmm.
This is how my mom is beginning to talk to us. Stringing a few small words together in order to place a thought. To be a part of the conversation. These kinds of short phrases are coming easier and easier every day. The words that follow are the ones getting stuck somewhere between her being able to retrieve the information and her voice being able to communicate them. Mom’s long term memory is solid, and her face lights up when old friends or her grand kids come to visit. She even began correcting a visiting friend about apparent inaccuracies in his recounting of a particular family they grew up with. According to my dad, she blurted out a firm “…now just a minute…” in the middle of the story. And every single part of her beamed when my daughter gave her a kiss on the forehead this past weekend. The look on her face showed more of my mom’s personality than I think I’ve seen in months — even prior to the aneurism. Right now though, she can’t remember who came to visit her the day before. In other news, the tracheotomy scar is healing nicely (as nicely as a tracheotomy scar can heal I suppose), the physio sessions are going well, her hairdresser is coming in to tame her mop this afternoon, and I found out that my dad read all of my weblog postings about mom. He printed out a copy so he can show them to her when she’s a bit more cognizant of the situation. Looking back on some of those posts, I can tell I was writing them more for my own benefit than anyone else. I’m glad that my dad thinks that they’re worth sharing. Especially with my mom. It’s a good thing I checked my spelling. She’s bound to give me heck about things like that.
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