After his stroke on December 3rd, he was in the hospital for a few weeks and then he went to an alzheimers unit to get him stabilized enough for him to have the surgery he needs, with the ultimate goal being the hope that he will get to come back home again after a few months or so.
We don't always understand what he's saying as he mixes words up and sometimes makes up words, but there is one constant thing he says that he says correctly, and that is that he's ready to go home with me. And this is what breaks my heart because I can't give him what he wants and it makes him sad, confused and scared. But I'm going to work hard to do anything and everything I can to help make his wish come true at some point. I may fail, but I'll never give up. When he went to the alzheimers unit, we were going to get him used to taking his medications and get him "regulated" and they were going to start both speech and occupational therapy with him. I asked them if they wouldn't mind letting me be there for the therapy sessions and teach me anything they could so that IF there is a chance for him to come home, I will be as prepared as possible to do the very best job I can for him.
Well... on December 29, he became volatile and combative one night at the alzheimers unit and they suspected he had another stroke. So, that night he went back to the hospital, where he remains to this day. Tomorrow, Wednesday January 14 I meet with the doctor and social worker to find out what the next step will be. After the 2nd stroke on Dec 29, everything went even further downhill. At this point, he's not a candidate for the surgery he needs. He does have a few better than worse days, but for the most part, since the 2nd stroke he usually refuses to take his medicine and then they have to give him a shot for at least one of them. He's regularly combative and he's barely eating now. So, we need to try to get him to take the medicine and eat and then we can hopefully... maybe.. hopefully... get back to trying the therapies and getting him on the road to recovery, or at least to being stabilized.
The doctors are not optimistic with his situation and they keep me very informed, but there are still chances here and I will not give up on him. I have hope in those chances, there is hope. I will keep driving the medical people crazy everyday fighting for him to make sure that everything I'm being told is being done or attempted and what else can be done if that can't. And I will work with him to help him get better if that is God's will.
And if that is not God's will, I will be there with him until the very end.
I will never give up hope.
I love and miss you all very much.
Love and Compassion.