Mike and I went to see Mom for lunch. She was just
finishing up occupational therapy for the A.M. She is having all three
hours of her therapy every day of the week, how wonderful. She had a
great lunch and let the lunch lady know that she wanted cranberry juice for two
out of her three meals. She was trying to talk with me again and I
encouraged her, mostly blank stares and noises, but she's trying like the
dickens. I'm sure she wanted to tell me something important like
"That shirt is too tight and your belly is hanging out, I wouldn't go out
in public with you." She has grabbed onto my shirt twice now while I
am leaning over and she looks down my shirt and laughs.
Paul and Dad went for dinner. Mom ate well then wanted to
get into bed. Paul encouraged Mom to
call the nurse to get some help. Mom buzzed the nurse and motioned to the
nurse that she wanted to get into bed. Way to go Paul with the encouragement,
way to go Mom for following through.
Thanks for the love and prayers,
Peggy Anne
