In just under a week I return to the UK. My mother is doing very well and should continue to improve. But I am worried that she does not have enough self-motivation and confidence to make herself to continue in the direction she is at the moment so successfully going.
Self-motivation at the age of 92 is not so easy. The balancing act of 'insistent' encouragement when soulful eyes beg you to give in and use the wheel chair and you know that what is needed is to make the effort with a walker can be tricky. This sweet and angelic little old lady searches for any sign of weakness in my resolve to move her forward. "Please, I'm so tired", she says.
The majority of the time my resolve does not waver. "You can get to the elevator, if you walk your leg will limber up -- you know you can do this."
She agrees albeit reluctantly and successfully. We arrive downstairs and make it to the 'pub' for coffee and pastry, sit a while and chat to others and then make our way back. Lor 'unchtime comes and she walks all the way to the dining room. I have the wheelchair with me -- I realize it's too much for her to make her wend her way through the corriders to pick up her mail and then manage two long corridors to her apartment.
What worries me is what will happen when I return to the UK. I think I should have committed myself to an additional 3 weeks. So since this is not the case, I'm trying to figure out how to keep her going forward. The staff here is wonderful as is the visiting nursing staff and I have tried as much as possible to keep them aware of my concerns -- but will they be immune to those woeful looks? Healing is about so much more than th physical. I am so surprised to discover how impatient my mother is -- she who would always wait patiently for my always late father to pick her up -- sometimes in sub-zero weather now expects her broken leg bone to be painless two months after it happened! I can't wonder, though, how would I be now if I had the same injury? Would I be any more patient than she? Would I be so kind and sweet to my nurses and aides and so apologetic for 'bothering' them? How would I like to have some smart-ass child pushing me when I'd rather just do things the easier way?