First, I have a request...if you have an old Scrabble game stuck in the back of a closet somewhere, please send me the tiles! I want us to be able to play Scrabble with him as I told you in my previous blog. I have two sets, but it takes about six to have enough letters to prevent running out of vowels and some of the consonants. My address is 10109 Talleyran Dr, Austin TX 78750-3834.
Jean and Jimmie went to Mom and Dad's Tuesday. Jean took Dad to therapy, speech and physical, and Jimmie installed hand rails down the full length of the hall between the breakfast room and Mom and Dad's bedroom! We are so fortunate to have such a talented craftsman in our family!
The speech therapist is working diligently on getting Dad a computer that will talk for him. Rather than letters on a keyboard, there will be words! He can then touch the words to create a phrase like, "Need water please." We have been searching for something like this ever since the stroke occurred, but there wasn't anything on the market that was workable, until now! The company rep is meeting with the therapist, Dad and Mom and Jean on Friday to see how Dad does with it! I pray that it works for him! We're anxiously anticipating the possibility of Dad truly being able to "talk" to us, to Jerry and to visitors!!! I want so badly to be there Friday, but I won't go until I am healthier!
We have also been working with getting Dad to use the wheelchair less. As I told you in the blog about going to Colorado, Dad was able to walk onto the plane since his wheelchair was too wide for the aisle. He did such a great job that we know he is strong enough to continue using his legs more and more. Jimmie installed handrails down their bedroom hall. Once Dad gets to the breakfast room, there's furniture for him to hold on to all the way to his living room chair. Jean told me that he walked up and down the hall twice while they were there Tuesday afternoon! There's nothing more exciting than being able to tell you about progress!!! My heart knows that our precious Lord is giving Dad the physical strength and mental spirit not to give up! Saint Francis said, "Start by doing what's necessary, then do what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible." We chose to take the path of faith, rather than listen to doctors and therapists who told us Dad would never improve. Each step of the way, Dad would make progress and they would still try to squash our hopes and tell us that things wouldn't get better. All I have to say to them now is that faith can move mountains!!! It's been a steep climb, but Dad is moving mountains!
"Faith is the bird that sings when the dawn is still dark." Amen!
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