Oh dear,
He got hit harder than I did.
I was at least able to stand on my own at 1st
so I really don't have anything to advise you on.
Other than if his therapist can get movement back
in his arm and get that leg strong enough to stand on he CAN continue to get better
but they need to get him to that point BEFORE sending him home.
There is NO doubt you're BOTH going to face challenges once he comes home
and you need to face them TOGETHER.
As for his sitting in the wheel chair?
I was allowed to leave the rehab center on a day pass so that I could go see
our churches
"Stroke doctor" is usually a neuro that is a specialist in stroke recovery.
At least that is what I was told by my wife AKA caretaker
Their saying that he will "probably never walk or use his left arm"
tells me there is a good chance that he will.
Now I NEVER preach or offer false hope to anyone
because every stroke and every survivor are different scenarios.
What was in my case my not be in someone elses.
Dan just may give up even if only for a moment it happens more often than not
but you should be preppared for how to deal with it when the time comes
so that
May-Jo,
I'm in agreement with fking.
I DON'T want to discourage you in ANYWAY
but there is SOOO very much to consider in careing for a survivor.
It is not just the physical care like helping with wheel chairs, getting in and out of bed,car
and the bath tub, fixing food assisting with getting dressed/un dressed
making sure his meds are taken properly.
Then there is making sure he gets to all of his doctors appts as scheduled
In many ways it can be WORSE than taking care of a child.
My wife often tells people she has 7 children
that is our 6 + me
She doesn't
My 2 cents...
Ever see a 34 year old man through a temper tanturum of a 2 year old?(Be nice ladies )
You should see me on my really bad days..
I get so frustrated when things aren't going as I know they should.
The other day I was making my 2 year old a cup of chocolate milk and I dropped
a whole gallon of milk I had just opened on the floor.
I immediately felt my blood preassure going up then my 2 year old looks at me and says
"Ah Ohhh daddy make mess!!!"
he then proceeds to run through the house telling EVERYONE of my fodder
I couldn't help but bust into laughter over his