a quiet week

such a blessed quiet week.
mom is settling nicely into the care home.
adjusting to the schedules and meeting the workers.
learning how much time she can be out and about 
before she becomes exhausted, 
and spends the rest of the day in her room.

daddy seems to be adjusting too.
i know his evenings are probably still too long
and lonely, 
but he's not complaining.
just goes to town twice a day to 
see his sweetheart.

wednesday was a busy day for mom.
the hospice social worker was there
when i arrived. she's a lovely lady.
then moms sister popped in during lunch.
i sat at the table w/my folks while they ate.
of course got to visit w/the other residents
around our table and at our table.
they are cute. 
someone was playing lovely, but loud piano 
music during lunch. 
mom was annoyed because that's her time 
to socialize. 
conversations aren't nearly as pleasant when
you must 'use your outside voice' to be heard.
and my sister-in-law stopped by too.

fortunately mom woke up on wednesday feeling really good.
she told me, " when i moved in here, i was dying. now...
maybe God's healing me. I feel pretty good."


was good to hear.


I talked w/her on thursday and could hear the
weariness in her voice. she wasn't quite as energetic.
seemed to work a  bit more finding the right words 
to express herself.
she figured she had done too much.
after breakfast she stayed out to do the craft.
mom said it must have been a snowman on a fence.
but it looked to have been done in halloween colors.


okay.


but at least she tried something.


while on the phone she mentioned a horribly loud
noise in her room.
couldn't i hear it? 
it sounded like bullets she said.


since i wasn't hearing it i got concerned.
maybe she was 'hearing things' now.
daddy was there and had checked out everything.
they had pushed the call light.
and all of a sudden, yes, i heard a shrill sound.


whew....they weren't hearing things. 


later i called back to see if the 
noise had stopped.
it had, was the oxygenator needing water. 


she's still debating on whether or not
her legs are strong enough to continue
to use a certain lift, vrs. a full body lift.
pros and cons to both.
am encouraging her to stay with this 
as long as she can. 


her comments waffle between,
"i feel good. maybe God is healing me."
to 
"maybe i'll just have to stay in bed all day."


this is all part of the journey.
one day, 
one hour,
one conversation at a time.