Just a quick note to say we've had no word yet on when or
where Mom will be going.
She is having an absolutely miserable day. Tom is still
with her, & she doesn't even want him to leave the room. Tom is not
sure when he will be able to come home, but needs to wait until we at least know
what's happening with Mom.
The procedure (f/k/a surgery) was scheduled for today,
but is now slated for tomorrow. Dr Stafford will be cleaning her leg out
once more. He wants to move her as soon as possible. Tom must now
where a gown & gloves in the room, as Mom has a slight infection, coming
from her open wound, which developed this morning.
Looking at Mom's X-rays, Dr Stafford feels he now
has her right leg set in the proper position. He looked at
her left hand, & felt, as Dr Katsis does, that the swelling is left-over
trauma & it will be better when she begins to use it more.
Her left ankle is looking good, although there is a
possibility she may have to have surgery, but it will be far in the
future. She might be able to walk on her left leg in 6-8 weeks. We
assume she will not be able to use her right leg for awhile.
We still can't plan a whole lot. There are so many
variables we cannot account for. The support of friends & families has
continued to be a huge factor for us. The accident happened two months ago
today. Sixty-two days. Mom has come so very far, & yet she has
even farther to go.
I know I've mentioned Bill, the first
nurse Tom & I met. He's the one that told us Mom's at the bottom
of a mountain with nowhere to go but up. Perhaps if we always look down
the mountain, at where she started her ordeal & how high she has climbed, we
can keep our spirits up. If we look at how far it is to the top, it can
seem insurmountable.
Two months. What has seemed an eternity with Mom hasn't
even started with Dad.
Today I was reminded of something Dad
said. I had totally forgotten, because it was so normal for Dad. But
it was the first time Mike had met Dad, & it made an impression. It
was a Bus Driver's Meeting, at the beginning of the school year, a couple
years back. We were supposed to introduce ourselves, say a little
about who we were, where we worked. Dad stood & said it all in one
line ... "My name is Bob Morgan & I ride Harley Davidson's for a
living." Can ya see that grin? Biggest little kid I ever
met.
I miss my Dad as much today as
ever. I've met many people in these two months that have lost their own
parent. No matter how long it has been for them, they tell me I'll think
of him every day & I'll always miss him, but it will get easier with
time. First I will have to accept that he is gone, because it sure doesn't
feel like it. It just can't be real.
Bob & Theresa Morgan
Christmas 2003
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