The Hummingbird
Bruce is part Native American and has said often over the past 25 years his totem was the "Sparrowhawk"=hence Sparks. When Mary Beth was here in the early days, she came out of the room that is now the bedroom with a bunch of feathers tied together. She said to me, what is this? I said it is Bruce's totem. She was taken aback and threw it out. She said there will be no voodoo in this house. I could only laugh at the time and have shared that story with Bruce. We have had many positive things happen this week: Bruce's right leg is kicking in the pool, he had his Botox, Docs moved up his Baclofen trial, Antidepressant seems to be starting to work, while no movement in his right arm yet, it is loose and the fingers are now unclenched. He also received Botox in the fingers-a first-so we will see if it helps. But he continues to do nothing for himself without prompt or an argument. Says I have the "premonition" to foresee all his wants and needs and therefore does not need to do anything. Takes no interest in anything except the TV, has to be forced outside even though I purchased the ramp so he doesn't have to step down, has to have a list of chores and be threatened if he does not do them, etc. Tonight I was contemplating this on the deck while I was making him do the dishes when a Hummingbird took to our flower boxes. Ruby=throated. We do not have a lot of hummingbirds here in the northeast and I think the last time I saw one was a few years back. She(I knew it was a she because no ruby throat)went from pot to pot. Kira could not figure out what she was and that in itself was funny. Maybe my Mom coming to comfort her baby or maybe just a glimmer of hope. Anyway tomorrow is a new day and the start of our busy week. Weekends are always tough with no therapies or work scheduled but I keep hoping something will grab him. Debbie
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