My mother, after just three weeks, is home and continuing to improve and restore all that was lost from the damage that a stroke had done in just one horrible afternoon. I know it was the Priesthood Blessings that were given that made everything fall into place. Decisions by myself, by my mother, and also the inspiration that was given by the blessing to the doctor that listened and called Cottage Hospital. Dr. Wonderful, himself at Cottage Hospital, was there on the floor and able to work over the phone. The doctor gave the instructions and amount prescribed for my mom. A druggist was readily available to mix the formula. The shelf life of the "clot busting" injection is only ten minutes, so it had to be done at the hospital and he only had to drive up the hill. I'm very grateful for the timing. And, what about all the helicopter medics? There again, all were blessed to have them. One medic just had been through this same exact crisis with her mother. She knew what to do.
My brother, Scott and his wife, Sherry worked so incredibility hard on the yard and mom was surprised to see so much of her place beautifully ready to greet her home. I am grateful for not only their work, but Sherry taught us so much about "care-giving" as she is taking care of her terminally ill, sister Janice.
I'm not as uneasy about helping mom as I was at the beginning. The first night, I found she had rolled off her 45 degree, angled pillow and had another pillow over her face. I quickly turned on the light and rearranged her in her bed. She called me the mean, mean nurse. Honestly, I didn't hurt her. The next day I wrote my friend that is a caregiver to his folks and has been for a while because I needed his counsel. His job is extremely hard with his mother who is stricken with multiple seizures and so many doctor appointments. My friend's father is elderly and needs assistance, also. I was blessed by this dear man who prayed for my mother, he was a former pastor in Fillmore. What a sweet service from one so weak in body but not in faith. I asked my friend, Michael, "How do you do it, Michael?" and he wrote me, "Sometimes, I DON'T!" with happy faces after that. I needed that. But then I asked, "What if I hurt her?" And he said, "If she says, 'Ouch!' then stop doing it." And, there I laughed... because it was so simple and just the answer that made me feel so much more competent.
The medications keep changing and now doing the blood pressure is a "breeze" to do. I'm learning to lift my feet a bit higher and now I'm missing the tripper rugs. Mom knows to lift her feet already.
I've seen a new side of myself. My answers to prayers have been so important. I've seen a great recovery and I'm am able to juggle some things that only and absolutely only are from my answers from my prayers and asking for the Holy Ghost to help me. Thank you dear Relief Society teacher to help me remember this with our great lesson we had for all of us.
I'm praying to stay on the right track, and that means more than just one track, attitudes included. I'm going to continue in prayer, reading the scriptures, and providing service. I know all the other desires, like being able to do my genealogy, will come soon. I want to be able to listen to the Spirit often and always know the direction I need to take.
My gratitude for all these blessings are immense. I'm so thankful. Just writing that short little sentence doesn't seem enough, but Heavenly Father knows my heart.