We drove to Robyn’s after Church Sunday, June 13th. Robyn had picked up Mom and had her at his house when we arrived. When we first walked into Robyn's and saw Mom I was pleased with how good she looked, but surprised with her wide-eyed stare that kind of had a wondering look. I was concerned that she might not know us. But those concerns were groundless. She seemed sharp of mind, but doesn't like to talk much. Most of answers to questions were short and usually yes or no. She was very slow in eating and had difficulty getting her food to her mouth. As the evening wore on, I was most pleased with her attitude. She seems content, accepting, and happy. She was very pleasant to be around, something that has been lacking the last few visits I have had with her. Now she seems to be the wonderful mother I have known all my life. Robyn and I loaded her in his car and took her back to the assisted living. I was not looking forward to moving her from her wheel chair because of previous experience and her crying out in pain. But either it didn't hurt this time or she didn't let on. When we got to the Manor and checked in with them, we found that that she has a Doctor's appointment at eight in the morning. There was some confusion if it would be Mountain Standard Time or Pacific Standard Time. We concluded in would be PST and that she would have to leave at six in the morning PST. That's when we would have to leave if we wanted to see her. On Monday morning I was amazed. Everyone was up and ready by 6 PST and we were on our wat to Highland Manor. As it turned out, Mom was eating breakfast and the appointment wasn't until 9 MST and so that meant that they were not going to transport her until 7 PST. We were hoping to visit with her right after she finished breakfast, but she stayed in the bathroom until it was time to go. The driver of the van, a very efficient young lady, loaded her in the front seat, again without complaint, and we followed to the medical center which is right next to the temple in St. George. I went in with her while the nurse took off her dressing and prepared her for the Doctor to look at it. Mom did cry out and say her back hurt as she was transferred from the wheel chair to the bed. She winced with pain as the nurse pulled up the sock on her left leg--it was a support hose but wasn't pulled up to the knee like it should have and was cutting off the circulation in her left leg. That needs to be watched. Sammie was the name of the nurse and has two boys on missions. Dr. Van Gils (known as Bishop Van Gils on Sunday) was so very nice and gentle with Mom. He said there is progress, but was concerned with the swelling of the leg. He says the blood circulation going from the heart to the wound is excellent, but the return trip from the wound is not good. She has to keep her foot elevated. Mom hasn't been doing that--just sitting in the wheelchair with her feet down which is the worst thing that she could do. The other thing that she needs to do is eat protein. For example, this morning she ate the oatmeal and left the eggs untouched. She needs protein for healing of the wound, but her constant worry about her weight and having her idea of a healthy diet won't let her eat the things that will help her heal. They put in their notes to the Manor to give her protein shakes. Those two things need to change with her--elevate the leg and good nutrition. I called Robyn and told him to check on that at the Manor. I also told the driver from the Manor and she said she could get a wheel chair that would prop her leg up. I talked strongly with Mom and told her what she had to do and asked her to promise me that she would. Well, you can guess how that went over--she refused to promise me any thing. I wheeled her out in the parking lot of the church across from the medical center and to the East of the Temple and had the driver take a picture of all of us with her. I can't even begin to express my emotions as I hugged her, gave her a kiss and told her good-bye. I have been fighting back the tears for two days now. Will I ever see her again in this life?
Bill