If you’ve been keeping tabs on the recent adventure, you know that it started in August with mom’s dehydration & sepsis & kidney stones too large to deal with by “blasting.” Benign pancreatic cysts and low cardio output were put on hold for follow-up later. The kidney stone removal surgery was scheduled for Nov 17.
That’s about where the previous blog stops. I got home long enough to do laundry then stayed with friends in Indianapolis while we packed up the ministry office. I also learned a couple of new games and had some rest enforced by location & cataracts. I was still in the office Saturday when I got word that Columbus friends were on their way. The church her father (my host) had pastored was closing its doors. It was good to see that group again, while tough to learn of the decline of those missing. Atrophy had taken another congregation.
A few days later, it was time to return to Ohio for mom’s kidney stone removal surgery. All went well, and discharge was expected Saturday. Not-so-fast. A sudden hard fall Friday evening had them looking at blood pressure issues followed by a return of low platelets. She was discharged Tue morning and tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I’ll be staying in OH for a few more days.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t remember being sick, the hospital visits, or why dad & I are hovering and her back hurts (surgery). She’s got Alzheimers, which means she’ll remember her childhood much better than today’s breakfast. But, as I’m being reminded often, God’s got this, wherever the adventure may lead next.
There is the added training of what a person feels when conversations and events go on without them, and they’re expected to follow along nicely. This is what kids go through when they don’t have access to the world around them, and the adults don’t seem to notice or care. I hate it that my mom’s experiencing this, but I hope I don’t forget what I’m learning. More than that, I hope to enlighten hearing families of deaf kids that there’s more at stake than sound can fix.