Today is a new day.
We are back home.
When we left, my Dad's tardive dyskinesia symptoms were almost gone.
Yes, you heard me right: almost gone.
He was back to being bitchy and gritchy and demanding...which was actually fine.
Life is about a series of compromises, what you will accept. Sometimes you just continually lower your standards.
When my Dad first had his stroke, I refused to believe he wouldn't be the one to pull through and recover.
Now I'm grateful that he's not jerking and twitching, that he's back to 'status quo' almost--paralyzed and depressed and cognitively not really himself--but we were adjusting to that. My mom said she has not seen any twitches/movement disorders today, though he is still really tired and sometimes a little confused.
My mom is willing to re-try him at home. We even identified one caregiver who currently works with him at the nursing home but would like to do private duty. The best part is she is young and strong--she can transfer him by herself and she knows his personality. She is not scared of a seizure.
I am exhaling and enjoying a coast on the ailing parent front.
I have shoved infertility and alternate plans back to the recesses of my brain because I am simply too tired to go there right now.
Thank you for your words of wisdom and love and support. In this regard, I feel lucky lucky lucky.
3 years ago