Blessed Night

This evening Jeremiah and Daniel gave Dad a blessing. It was a beautiful blessing that gave everyone there a feeling of peace and comfort. I won't write down what the blessing said. But afterward Joseph came up to me and said "Mom Heavenly Father said he would take the stroke out of Grandpa's body" (My kids have this belief that the stroke is like a bug still in Grandpa's body)
After Dad's blessing he helped give Joseph, Mom and me a blessing. Then he insisted on giving Jeremiah a blessing too. It was so sweet and wonderful to see he is still able to use his priesthood. After the events of yesterday this was such a spiritual uplift.

One year mark, What a bad way to mark it.

Today was one year since Dad had his stroke. Sadly it was the worst day he has had since his stroke.
This morning around 7:45 AM Dad had a seizure. I am not sure how massive it was. I do know all of his body was shaking from it. Mom had given him a shower and was helping him get dressed when it happened. He was in his shower chair still but had his legs out of the tub when it happened. Luckily Mom was right there and was able to make sure he didn't get hurt at all. My little Michael was awake early and was at the door when it happened. Mom sent him to get me. She told him "go get your mommy and tell her Grandpa is hurt". Michael woke me up and said "Mom Grandma wants you". So of course I didn't hurry up. I made a stop at the bathroom and was getting ready to head upstairs when I heard Mom scream for me. I ran upstairs and noticed the bathroom light on. I headed toward there and called out for Mom. She yelled for me to call 911. As I called I asked what had happened so I could let the operator know. I could heard Dad breathing really deep and weird almost like a snore with water in it. I was so scared. She told me she wasn't sure if he had another stroke or a seizure but that he was unconscious. The operator got the information they needed and a fire truck got there within 2 minutes of me calling. An ambulance got there a few minutes later. I good friend, Steph came and got the kids. I didn't want them to see Grandpa being wheeled out in the gurney. Plus I wanted to be of some help.
Mom was amazing. She was very calm and knew what to do. I was a mess. I am a crier as everyone knows. By the time they got Dad into the ambulance Dad was starting to come to. He wasn't responsive, but his eyes were open.
Daniel came and got Mom and me and we followed the ambulance to the hospital. Then it was the waiting game. We had to wait to be let into his room. We had to wait for him to wake up again. We had to wait for the doctor to give us information. We had to wait for the results of the blood work and cat scan. Luckily it seemed to go pretty quickly. Dad kept waking up and falling back to sleep quickly. Everything came back normal. So by 11:00 AM Dad was released from the hospital. He was given some seizure medicine and a prescription for more, which he will be taking twice a day. He did get a nasty cut on his tongue from biting it, but other than that, he is mostly just tired.
Dad slept most of the day. We were happy he joined us for dinner. Plus we are so happy he is still here. I was really scared for awhile that he wouldn't be.
The doctor informed us that the seizure was caused by the stroke. Some stroke victims have strokes and some don't. Unfortunately Dad was one who did. The weirdest part for all of us is that is was exactly one year since his stroke. I hope next year we can mark it a better way.

The Trickster

Today Dad and Mom got some Mexican food for lunch. I came up stairs after they had finished eating and Dad offered me some of the left over tortilla. After taking a piece and eating it Dad wanted me to try it with some of the two hot sauces that was left over. I opened one and tried had a few bites. I walked away to do something and came back. Dad had a silly grin on his face which I just dismissed. I went to dip another piece of tortilla in the hot sauce I had been using. As I dipped it in I realized the sauce looked a bit fuller and wasn't quite the same color. I looked over at the other hot sauce and realized it was the original one I had been using. I asked Dad "Did you switch sauces on me"? His reply was a lot of laughter. He was trying to get me to eat the hotter one. I tried the new "hotter" sauce. And found out it was the milder one. So I informed him it wasn't as hot. We had a good laugh. I guess the joke was on him.

Our new Daily trip

Dad has started using his walker on almost a daily basis. Today's trip was from his bed, into the living room, almost all the way around the kitchen (until we realized his walker wouldn't make it through one spot), and then back the same way he came. He was exhausted by the time he sat back do but proud of how far he went today.

Goals

Mom started making weekly goal for Dad to work on so he can become more independent. This weeks goal was for him to start pulling out his own clothing in the morning to get dressed.
This evening I was passing by his bedroom and saw him searching through his "closet" (a pantry cupboard thing of ours). I went in to see if I could help. He was searching for his shorts to wear tomorrow. I helped him find a pair and noticed he had the rest of his clothing in his arms. Mom soon came in when she heard all the commotion. When I told her he was getting all of his cloths ready for the next day a sweet grin came on her face. She told me of the goal she set for Dad. I could tell she was very proud of him to already accomplishing it. He is always very funny when he has done something he is proud of . He is almost shy about it but at the same time really glad we noticed.
We will see what next weeks goal is.

Watch out here he comes

The last two days of therapy, Mom and I got them to show us how to help Dad use a walker. They were a bit reluctant but still showed us. He did so good and was extremely proud of himself. The first day he did it he went 48 feet. Since then we have had him do it twice at home. The first time was from the living room into his bed. The next time he went from his bed to the bathroom and back. I believe he loves the new type of "freedom". Even though it takes two of us to help us. We are hoping to get him to the point where he can get back to his and Mom's bedroom and start sleeping back there again.

End of Therapy

Dad had his last day of OT and PT on Friday. I was able to go and watch about 4 times before he ended and Mom was able to come in the last 2 times. They showed me all the different stretches they do with him and helped me figure out the technique so I could do them at home. I was really glad I went as many times as I did because I didn't really feel like I knew what I was doing until the last 2 times. We took lots of pictures and notes to help us remember exactly how to do them. Dad has one more month of speech therapy. Mom and I have decided that I will do the stretching with Dad and she will work on the speech. Since Dad's arm and leg that I work with are limp, it is quite the work out to do his stretches. I am just glad he is letting me do them with him.

Please comment

I would love hear comments from everyone who stops by. I would been nice to know what you think of Dad's blog and who is all stopping by.

John H and John M

My brother John Michael stopped by this evening to tell my Mom and I happy mothers day. We were laughing about how whenever we get a letter that say John on it Dad opens it whether it is for him or John Michael. That's what happens when you have so many Johns in the family.

John M put sunglasses on Dad. Dad was trying to pretend he was very annoyed with this.

Apologies

I feel that I need to apologise for not posting anything in a long time. I haven't had a lot of time and I also haven't had a lot of positive things to post. Dad has been going through a rough spot. He has been pretty moody with everyone and very impatient with us trying to figure out what he is saying to us. He also in very stubborn about not wanting to do his homework and stretches. Which normally we can get him to do it at least once a day. But I believe Mom saw a turn around tonight. He has always been very reluctant to use a little picture book thing he has to show us what he wants. But this evening he decided to use it show Mom what he needed. We hope this is a good new start.
I realize that everyone wants to hear the good and the bad. I just don't feel motivated to write about it when it is one bad day after another. I am repentive though and will try to be better.

Story Teller

This evening Isabelle climbed on Dad's lap and told him a story. It was something about a scary forest. At one point she threw in something about "grandpa and his dog Tero (that is how Isabelle says Pero)" She sat there for at least a half an hour. Dad sat patiently and listened the whole time. Those two are very funny together. Isabelle is often the only one who can get Dad to laugh and smile.

Sad News

Mom was just informed this last week that Dad's therapy would end at the end of May. This was a hard blow. The only reason to stop the therapy is because Dad is no longer showing progress and the insurance will only cover it if he is showing progress. I am not sure how if effected Dad he seemed to already know when Mom told me. I was trying so hard not to cry. I just felt there was so much more I could have done. Lately though Dad has been refusing to work with me. The one upside of this is Mom will be out of school by the time Dad therapy ends and she will be able to work with him a lot more during the summer. And next school year I will have all the boys in school full time so I will have more time to work with him too. Please pray for us. If Dad starts showing progress again we can get him back into therapy.

Weight Loss

Before Dad's stroke Dad weighed 277. He now weighs 230. He is very careful about how much he eats and we often find him skipping dessert.

Visit from the Brothers

Betty Bill Phil Dad

Dad's brothers, Phil and Bill, and Bill's wife Betty came for a short visit on Saturday. Dad was very excited to see them. Bill is 10 years older then Dad, and Phil is older then Bill (not sure how much older). They talked a lot of what is going on in their lives and a little about when they were younger. I got to ask them some questions about my grandpa. Dad doesn't remember much of his father since he passed away when Dad was 2 1/2. They talked very highly of their stepfather. They said he was stern but kind. It was nice to hear such positive things of a man who I have never met and can't wait to see in the life hereafter. Dad enjoyed hearing about his father too. I can always tell when Dad is interested in a topic. He just perks right up. We were sad to have them leave so soon. They were a very enjoyable company.

I'm Ridin'

My Grandma Brunner sent this to my Dad. We all enjoyed it quite a bit. I thought it explained our life pretty well

I'm Ridin'
By Baxter Black, DVM

My Papa told a story form his childhood Dust Bowl days. He was out a'ridin' fences-tryin' to find 'em, anyways, When he saw a cowboy buried in the sand up to his waist. Papa trotted up behind him till he saw the feller's face. "How ya doin?" asked my Papa, carful not to be blindsidin'. The cowboy tipped his hat, looked up and said, "I'm fine. I'm ridin"
As time went by, my Papa grew and finally found a girl. But the big war put him on a shop and clear around the world. Their letters few and far between were sweet in many ways. She would write him love and kisses, and inquire about his days, 'Bout his health and meals and mental state, and how he was abidin',
"Don't worry, Darlin', I'll be home," he said. "I'm fine. I'm ridin'."
Back home they bought a little place and started raisin' cattle and corn and kids and country, never saw life as a battle, but a chance, and opportunity, took the bitter with the sweet. So busy with their daily chores just makin' loose ends meet. Sometimes they'd pass each other like two ships at sea a glidin'. He'd peck her cheek, she'd squeeze his hand,
"We're fine," they'd say. "We're ridin'."
Their life went by and they got old, ad then she had a stroke. He held her till the medics came but ne'er a word she spoke. He prayed like he had never prayed to heal the one he loved. And when the wheelchair brought her home he thanked the Lord above.
"I've been so worried," he said in tears. her smile began to widen. He touched her face and read her lips,
"I'm fine," she said. "I'm ridin'."
Some will see their life half empty, some will see their cup half full. Some will only open one eye and find living miserable. But if yer fine and ridin', you can see and you can plan 'Cause life's got a lot to offer, if yer head's not in the sand.

In our house we take the bitter with the sweet. Though we have our hard days and we wonder when we will see Dad as he once was again. We are so very thankful for the days we have. I have been so blessed to spend this time with my parents. I have developed a sweeter relationship with my father. And we are just so happy he is still here and he understands us.

Dog Show

Today we were watching the Westminister Kennel Club Dog show. They were showing the hound dogs. Dad saw one that he really liked and said "Wow look at that". We all did a double take. He sounded just like he use too. We couldn't believe he just said a whole sentence when it is so much work get a word out of him that we understand. It was nice to remember that he is still in there and with more work he will be talking again.

Independence

Dad has become more and more independent recently. He started getting out of bed by himself, which took a lot stress off of me because I was worried often when I was down stairs that I wouldn't hear him or when I had to get the boys he would be stuck because there was no one around to help him. Last week Daniel was over and he went to help Dad get into bed. Dad waved him away because he wanted to show off what he could do. He lifted his own leg into bed and got all comfy by himself. Which before then Mom and I didn't know he could do that. So we decided he could do a lot more on his own and we kind of stand aside until we know he needs our help. When I first moved here there was no way he could get in and out of bed by himself. Dad couldn't even sit up with out us helping. He has come a really far way. Unfortunately he has a way to go. But is sure gives me comfort to know next year when we don't live in the house he will be a lot more independent.

Dinner Help

When we got home from church we were all starving (We get out at 4pm). Dad was ready to eat the moment we came through the door. We informed Dad that dinner wouldn't be ready for at least another half hour. I told him he was more the welcomed to help get ready for dinner. He responded with a 'Yeah Yeah' (meaning sure ok). First he set the table. I set all the dishes we need on the table then he put them where they went. This was pretty entertianing because if he couldn't reach where the plate belonged he would kind of toss it. I decided I should help before he tossed something off the table. So then he would hand me a dish and point at where he wanted it. After we finished getting the table set Dad helped Jeremiah finish making dinner. He really enjoyed helping out and we all had some good laughs.

Dad trying to figure out what Jeremiah was doing






Putting the pinapple on the skillet







Waiting and making faces







Dinner is served