Today her visitors were my father, BB, my brother, and the physiotherapist who has been working with her over the past two-and-a-half, (maybe even longer?) years.
Not all at the same time, I might add!
What is clear from the physio visit is that my mother is not interested in getting up and going about in her wheelchair. At least, not at the moment, and maybe not in the future either - but anyone who knows my mother wouldn't take bets either way! However the session was a success in that my mother enjoyed it, and having her legs and arms massaged and manipulated is a good thing and gives her pleasure. There will be further sessions in the weeks to come, on an "as and when" basis, depending on how she is.
My mother's main new pleasure is in being allowed to have some less-thickened fluids from time to time. This has associated risks, but one has to make judgement calls, weighing benefits against risks, quality of life if you undertake the risk against the quality of life if you refuse the risk.
Conversation invariably turns to family, friends, shared events from the past, ancient and modern. She was able to solve the mystery surrounding a photograph that had been taken quite some time ago of her and my cousin. None of us could remember anything about the circumstances, but after some consideration she was able to give chapter and verse, including location, other people who were there, and all the associated anecdotes.
Cards and shared memories are always welcome. They provide a talking point for conversation, and something to mull over afterwards.
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