Grani has new wheels. Last Sunday, while using the walker, she fell reaching for the candy tray, so she decided it was time for the wheelchair. Her knees have given out, pretty much permanently. The first day was a bit of an adjustment, but after she figured out how to control the wheels, she realized she was much more mobile.


She also had another TIA (mini-stroke) which caused her face to be numb on the right side from her tongue to her eye area. She says it feels like Novocaine following a dentist visit. This makes eating a challenge, so soups have become a favorite meal choice.

Her sisters, Carol and Cathy, came to visit 2 weeks ago, and the 3 of them they had a wonderful time. They laughed a lot about when they were young. We got a kick watching them in matching jean shirts. It must be a genetic flaw. :)

Happy St. Patrick's Day from Grani's home to yours!!

Thanks Pat for the reminder that at least one person is following this blog. :) Up until yesterday, not much has happened since the seizure. But yesterday, Grani had another episode of some undiagnosed sort. Marilyn, the hospice nurse, thought possibly a TIA, brain tumor growth, or swelling around the tumor. Whatever the cause, Grani woke up with a major headache, and took a pain killer and went back to bed. Later in the morning, after skipping breakfast, she felt flu like, and went back to bed. She kept saying she just felt better lying down. After a piece of toast and juice by noonish, she started struggling finding words, and slurring her speech. She took an anziety pill, and went back to bed. Jeffrey popped over, and when she awoke, she toddled out to the living room, and was quite giddy and amusing, though we don't think she realized her situation too well. She really struggled with conversations and kept giggling as she tried to find the correct words. We decided she was dilated to a 6, so to speak. (Through this whole process we have related death to birth, so dilation, in both senses, is symbolic for progress.) After sleeping just about around the clock, she woke up this morning feeling better, and wondering what happened. She remembers being REALLY tired, and just needing sleep. Her speech is about 90% back to normal. In general, she has changed to flannel PJ's for her clothing choice
because of comfort and ease of use. She also has rehearsed with the whole "Depends" thing, and has decided she'd rather die first!!