When I arrived at Sharon’s room this morning, she was sitting up in a wheelchair next to her bed. I showed her a get well card from a friend in Ohio and then unpacked the bag of clothes I brought for her. She decided on a pair of slacks and a pink tank top that she wanted and, regarding another outfit I brought to her, she said, “I don’t want you to bring them here again.” That was the only words she spoke this morning that I could clearly understand.
She asked me to shut the door (I understood that too) and then I figured out that she wanted to get dressed. I talked with one of the staff and she and another lady came back a few minutes later and helped her get a top and slacks on. After that, I pushed the wheelchair down the hall to this room that is kind of like a combination exercise room, recreation room and dining room. We sat there for a little while. During that time she started showing some emotion. For the first time since December 23rd, she actually cried and shed a few tears. I told her that it was good, that her emotions are starting to come back. I must admit, I felt pretty bad for her at that point but I didn’t let it show.
Still no movement with her right arm.
I can’t wait ’til she is well enough to come home!