After another week of hospitalization to rid Mom’s body of all the extra water and clear the pneumonia, Mom looked visually better. The transport back to the short term care facility was another fiasco and didn’t happen until nearly 8PM in the evening. In the end all went smoothly when it finally did. I was able to intercept this time and arrived before she did. I waited on pins and needles until the Staff from the ambulance finally wheeled her gurney towards her room. I rushed towards her and grabbed her hand before she could even recognize me. Her look of surprise quickly changed into the biggest smile that made my day full of waiting all worthwhile. She was happy to see me and I knew she was happy that I was there. I couldn’t ask for more and she knew that she wasn’t alone. Next was to get her back into her bed, and what I noticed was Mom’s resilience. She appeared stronger and less fragile. At one point we thought she might have hurt herself or might have broken a bone from falling, but luckily this wasn’t the case. I learned later that what she experienced was muscle pain from all the inactivity. Movement would be the key to eliminate this pain and perhaps I could request some sort of rehabilitation gymnastic for her. The wound manager was said to be here the next day to thoroughly assess her condition, request of Mom’s family doctor, and we would see what kind of treatment would be available, depending on her condition. But for now, it was ok to grab her legs without her whining in pain and being uncomfortable. I was relieved. As an empath, I have long felt the emotions and feelings of others, and it seemed to be duplicated and quadrupled when it came to Mom. For now another little win was ours and this battle and I was grateful for the progress.
The view from Mom’s room.