I struggle to understand Dave's terrible disease, vascular dementia. He was not able to stand all day. I am so thankful to have my sons at hand to help the aide and I with him.
The next day was different. Dave was able to walk with the walker. Hooray. He even walked into the dentist office where I could see Dave was happy to display his abilities to walk. I am guessing the wheelchair is debilitating so I will ask, "Do you want to use the chair?" Sometimes he says yes.
With each changing day, I try to plan ahead to be ready for the worst. I think I will concentrate on a getting a ramp for the two outside steps. It would be awful to be completely house bound. One day at a time, sweet Jesus.
No comments:
Post a Comment