Here are some funny April stories from the past week, and an example of how her communication skills are improving: · In Walmart the other day, she sees the new Keurig 2.0 and gets excited, she looks at me and SINGS the following, “🎶🎶Happy birthday to ME! 🎶🎶 Then we had a big laugh as I reminded her that her birthday is in October. · Yesterday, I felt bad because I worked non-stop and didn’t have a chance to take her to lunch, and she didn’t like anything we had at the house. So I told her I would take her anywhere she wants for dinner. So we get in the car and I ask her where she wants to go and she said “Spaghetti-os!” So I’m thinking she wants to go have spaghetti somewhere, and our favorite spaghetti place is Granos, 5 minutes away from where we live. So I said, “Okay, let’s go to Granos.” She said “uh-no….Henninton.” I said, “where” and she repeated, “Henninton.” So I said, “Ah, ok…you want to go to Huntington. She said, “Yeah!” Huntington is about an hour away, but nonetheless we started on our journey to Huntington. After Morrigan and I incorrectly guessed at a couple of our favorite Huntington restaurants, I remembered her saying, “Spaghetti-os.” So I said, “Do you want to go to Jim’s Spaghetti House!?” She said , “Yes!!!” So away we went to Jim’s Spaghetti House, which is a famous Huntington landmark since the 1930s, and is the basis of the diner prominently featured in the movie “We Are Marshall.” Neither Morrigan nor I had ever eaten there, but April did when she was in college in Huntington. She and Laura was talking about it earlier in the day, so it must have created a craving. Anyway, highly recommended if you are itching for some good homemade Spaghetti. · The other day, I said something that she didn’t quite hear, so she looked at me and said, “say that again?” She said it plain as day. Before, when she didn’t hear something, she would point to her ear. · On Saturday, Philip asked if he could go to an extra basketball practice the other day, and she said, “you can go.” · Chewie jumped up on her bed and laid down on some newly purchased clothes. I was in the other room. She started shouting, “HEY!!” at the top of her lungs over and over, and I came running in thinking there was something seriously wrong. I get into the room and she looked at Chewie, shaking her finger at him, and said to him, “You belong on the floor!” These things may seem small, but I love them. Yes, she still has trouble telling me certain things…like what to do with a pair of Philip’s shoes found on the dining room table, or what to order her at Panera Bread. But these moments like the 5 described above are priceless, and are further examples of her recovery. And may I mention too, just how much I love her. She is my world. Many times lately, and much more often than before, she has shown solid reminders of her “pre-stroke” self. I love her just as much now as I did then, and really, even more because my love for her grows every day. But these glimpses are getting more and more prevalent. Before the stroke, when she came home from work, and I was home waiting on her because I would be working in my home office. She would walk in, and we would embrace without saying anything for at least 3 minutes....a good 180 seconds. Those 180 seconds were always the highlight of my day, and to which I most looked forward throughout the day. Then we would always loosen the embrace some, pat each other’s back some, and give each other a little kiss. Then we would tell each other “I love you,” and then talk about the day. Anyway, since then I have always missed these post work-day greetings ….but today, I got a taste of it. After my work day was over, I walked into the bedroom, and looked at her. She gave me a cheesy smile, and I said, “I love you.” She said, “Awwwww,” then I reached down and hugged her. Most of our hugs these days are quick because of her right side discomfort. But this time, she clutched me with her left arm, no patting, and held me hard for the longest time. No talking, and for a good 3 minutes tops. Anyway, I was in utopia. It was the best hug I have ever had. Then we patted, broke our embrace, and she smiled and nodded at me with a very loving look on her face. I then literally thanked God for saving my wife 6 months ago. I hope you dont mind this detail. But I want to tell you that she is happy, she is healthy, and she is recovering….and the above information is shows exactly how that is the case. Thank you for your prayers. They have been answered.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 02:22:13 +0000
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