What a Survivor wants
So, a horrid week. Do I ever have anything other? The advice I have been given by people who I trust and who love us was to let Bruce call the shots about what he is willing to do to recover. We got home Friday after therapy and the news that they were weaning him off around two PM. TV went on. The only thing I did was help when asked and provide food. The TV was on for 48 hours. He lied down in bed twice: once for 2 1/2 hours and once for 2 hours. His right foot and hand after the 48 hours were the size of footballs and he was literally in a coma. But he called the shots. OK so enough is enough. We make out a list of those things that he must accomplish every day: Eat, Estim, feed Kira, help with all meals, etc. I am not sitting by while this vital man throws his life away or comprises his health with congestive heart failure. I had a terrific day planned for Sunday: Car Show which he loves and lunch reservations at an outdoor Mexican restaurant that we both love. Weather was perfect. We made the car show and halfway through he wanted to go home. Said put me to bed and that lasted one hour. Monday new regime. Everything on the list he must do including walking to every room where these activities occur. Tonight was his first live Stroke Support group at our Rehab. The therapist spent extra time with him as he was the new guy and the members offered all kinds of help and support. Bruce says he will go back: once a month. And next time I will drop him and leave the room. He communicated very well and even offered insight, so he does not need me to be there except for bathroom assistance and probably will do better with me not there. He has agreed to start with a Stroke Psychologist starting next week. Went to work for 4 1/2 hours this week, fell asleep at his desk, they called me, I picked him up and he had lunch and said help me to bed, where he lasted 10 minutes. Went to sleep last night at 9 pm, woke up at 11:30 pm and has been awake since. Therapy today and then the group, finally went to sleep at 9:15 pm after we argued for him not to get overstimulated by the TV again. Some good, some bad. In all fairness, he made a terrific dinner and said he enjoyed doing it, but couldn't wait to get back to the TV. Continence has been hit and miss, but mostly I must say hit. He's considering going to work two days next week. His boss reports his work is excellent. OK so here is the dilemma: one of his very best friends, someone I thoroughly trust and only loves Bruce, but speaks his mind said maybe I "over-emphasized" physical recovery during these 14 months and perhaps sent Bruce off onto this path that Bruce did not necessarily agree with. So I have been chewing on that for a few days, you can't go back, and am trying some new stuff where Bruce is an integral part of daily life here in the house. I am angry, exhausted and have decided that given enough time to get him comfortable and mostly independent with just daily existence, I will have to leave. You can not make someone love the life he has been granted
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