My last post was about world apocalypse. This is much more personal and immediate.
Yesterday, we spent several hours on the phone trying to mediate between family members and left that unresolved. This morning I got up to turn the coffee maker on and it had stopped working. I was fiddling with the maker trying to make it work, desperately needing a cup of coffee when the phone rang.
The nursing home called at 6:00 a.m. There are never any good early morning calls. When the nurse went in on rounds at 5:00 my mother-in-law could only respond, regardless of the question, “I’m 67.” She will be 91 in a couple of weeks. Except for what is termed, expressive aphasia, she seems neurologically OK, but this has all of the appearances of a stroke.
We had planned to leave in a couple of days to make the 8 hour drive to see her, our neice and my sister and brother-in-law. We really can’t leave before then. The Eclipse is tomorrow.
Sue is no Betty White. She has been blind for 20 years, deaf for 10 and bedridden for 3. She has outlived her husband by 32 years and we have been thankful that with everything else gone her mind still worked just fine.
She has been the family historian on L’s side, but that gift may be gone now. I feel really bad for her; trapped in a body that has no senses and no means of expression.
She has been transferred to the hospital in Memphis where I first worked as a pathologist. Hopefully, she will be back at The Home and mean as ever by the time we get there.
This event brought to mind a hymn from my youth, and the admonition that hymns are supposed to be a “joyful noise unto the Lord”.