I have taken too long to thank Dad for very practical help that he gave me to deal with his stroke and what followed: planning. Many years ago, he executed a durable power of attorney, naming me his attorney-in-fact. He also gave me a list of institutions where he had financial accounts, insurance policies, etc. These tools, especially the POA, have been immeasurably helpful. Of course it has been a challenge to drop into his affairs and get up to speed on the bills, accounts, and all, but if I hadn't known where to look and then had the legal authority to take action, it would have been so very much harder.
Monday, July 27, 2020
Posted by travis at 23:55
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
I haven’t posted about Dad since his move to the residential care home. It’s not a very good excuse, but it is a case of no news being good news. He seems to be quite comfortable. The caregivers are very nice. He is eating well. He was receiving physical, speech, and occupational therapy for a few weeks; OT has now stopped. He has a few pictures from his house on the wall of his room: a couple of his mom’s paintings, one of his dad’s mechanical drawings, and a watercolor of unknown provenance that was at the house in Tulsa as long as I can remember. He asked for a TV in his room, but I’m not sure how much he actually watches it.
Until yesterday, I was able to visit Dad at the gazebo in the backyard. I was masked and staying six feet away, but now that has come to an end; all visits have been suspended indefinitely. It’s a bummer, but given the still growing number of covid cases in Dallas, it makes sense.
I’ll be writing Dad notes. I’m happy to drop off notes from others at the same time, or please feel free to write him directly. Thanks.
Posted by travis at 23:08
Thursday, June 04, 2020
On Tuesday, Dad made a fairly smooth transfer from the rehab hospital to the residential care home where he will be for the foreseeable future. As I think I described previously, there are seven other residents in the house, each with their own room. There is a nice living room with couches and comfy chairs, plus a couple of dining areas, a back porch, and a gazebo. There are two caregivers during the day and one overnight.
Posted by travis at 00:23
Sunday, May 31, 2020
June 2 remains moving day for Dad. Kerry and I were able to have two hours of "family training" at the rehab hospital, which ended up being two hours in his room, first with PT/OT, then with his speech therapist. Getting to see Dad in person for that long was an unexpected surprise. He was using his left hand to eat, a remarkable change from when I'd last seen him, in mid-March, when we were excited over finger wiggles. His speech was easier, and there seemed to be less of the compulsive fidgeting I'd seen in Tulsa. On the other hand, we were told that there has been little progress with his left leg; mobility/independence, even within a home, will be limited. And we played a game of Uno, which prompted mixed feelings. While it was good to see him participate in the game, it highlighted, in a very personal and specific way, how his brain was damaged by the stroke. Dad and I would play cribbage while having a running, unrelated conversation. When the family played hearts, he was always the one counting cards. And now, he needed coaching to play a game of Uno. I am grateful for his rehabilitation to this point, and I trust that recovery will continue, but at the risk of stating the obvious, his condition is very different from three months ago.
Posted by travis at 14:29
Thursday, May 21, 2020
I've kept planning to provide an update once I've had a chance to talk with Dad, but after last week's flurry of phone activity, I hadn't been able to connect with him. I finally got through. It turns out the ringer had been silenced on his room phone.
Posted by travis at 09:22