Nana’s Notes:

Papa in good spirits.  Therapy went well – tired after, but didn’t get in bed until about 8:30 PM.

Kari & family visit earlier in day.

Friends visit around 5:00 PM, other friends come about 6:00 PM.  Good visits – Papa alert.

Papa discussed with friends if it is right for us to end our own life, one friend gave some verses [about this].  Papa wants verses on this from his siblings, the pastors, Kari & J.

He ate about half or more of his food today.

My Reflections:

Nana’s been staying at our place the past few nights.  She’s with Papa during the day at rehab and spends the mornings and evenings with us.  It’s nice to have her around more.  And I have a feeling it’s good for her to get her “Nana fix” too.

And who can blame her? Little M seems quite comfortable with the arrangement too.

Later today, J, the boys and I join Nana at the rehab.  Papa’s in a therapy session when we arrive, so we munch on sugared cereal (boys) and hummus and pretzels (me) in the cafeteria and watch sports on the TV hanging on the wall.  When Papa’s finished with his therapy, we meet up with him in his room.  And I’m so glad the boys can see Papa in a better state than their last visit – what a difference a week makes.  So we visit and then get real adventurous and take Papa for a wheelchair stroll outside.  Outside beyond the laminate flooring, white walls, and sterile halls he’s become so accustomed to.  We stroll, we chat, we sit.  And our big boys get bored and tired and hot and hungry.  So we let them enjoy some “screenery” over the scenery to hold the whining at bay.

And we don’t stay much longer, but long enough, and then we say our goodbyes and head home.

And once home, I don’t even feel the need to eradicate any shrubbery from our landscaping.  I’ll count that as a win.

Indeed, what a difference a week makes!