My grandmother had a (relatively) minor stroke yesterday. When I last talked to my mom she had regained use of her left leg, but as far as I could tell (Mom was being sort of vague) she did not have use of her left arm or the left side of her face. She is however well enough that she can complain and boss people around, which I think is a good sign.
I think...I'm sort of in shock about this I guess. I haven't completely freaked out or cried or anything that I feel like I should have done. I don't know if it's because I know that it's probably going to be okay or because I'm a bad person or what, but I feel generally numb and slightly confused when I think about it.
When I was in 5th grade, my grandfather had a massive stroke. He survived (for several more years), but he was never himself again. He didn't really have language, couldn't get up and down or walk by himself, couldn't swallow liquids...I don't really remember much besides that, and the fact that he cried a lot because he knew the condition he was in. When I think about that I cry...this time there's just nothing. I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'll post more as I know more.
4 comments:
grandparents are just so precious. like a special kind of precious. I think that's why when something happens to them, you do feel kind of weird or confused. please keep us all updated. y'all are in our prayers!
Hugs, Susan.
Or a beer...whatever feels better.
I've been meaning to comment for days. You are in my thoughts Susanlee. I hope they are okay.
A blog update of some sort sure would make my day (hint, hint) ;>
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