... in guardian angels.
Really. I do. Well, okay, not really. Or I should say, not that way. It's not like I'm an airy-fairy kind of person.
But when it comes to Mom ... yeah. Most definitely. I do.
Last November I relayed the story of our little adventure when Mom came home from a trip to my brother's. And how when I picked her up at the airport, she fell. Twice. Outside. In the parking lot. At night. When I was by myself with her. In the dark. Dead weight. Yeah, that was fun.
But the amazing part was the man who came from nowhere and picked mom up. We got her across the roadway and she went down again. So he picked her up again and we got her sitting on one of the concrete abutments. He suggested that I get the car and bring it to them. Before I could really contemplate the dilemma of leaving mom with this stranger, no matter how helpful he had been, an older couple appeared literally out of nowhere wanting to help. So I left mom with the three of them and got the car. Guardian angels, all three of them, I tell ya.
I had my latest experience yesterday. In the past few weeks Mom's balance and walking have gotten really bad. I mean really, really bad. And I suddenly realized on Thursday that she needed a wheelchair. If not a wheelchair, most definitely a walker. We had already picked her up once off the floor once when she fell in the middle of the night. And I was seriously afraid of her falling again.
I was discussing this with one of the home care nurses yesterday when she told me that she had a walker which someone had left her and she lends out to people when they need it. Not only could we borrow it but she would bring it to me after work that night. Which was really very, very nice of her. Especially when you consider that she lives about a half an hour's drive from us and after working all day, she went home, got the walker and brought it back to us.
And thank the Lord she did. It's a really nice walker, one of those quite expensive ones with the seat on it. Which, in case anyone was wondering, works quite well as a wheelchair even though it wasn't quite meant to be used that way. But it was an absolute life-saver last night. And this morning. And today.
I am going to have to bite the bullet and put Mom back in the hospital. She fell again this morning (trying to get out of bed) and had me up a lot last night. Because I am the only one in the house who can help with her personal care when home care isn't here. As in I had to leave in the middle of my grocery shopping today to come home and help her. If you get my drift. And it's already killing my back. I knew that eventually Mom would become 'total care' but I never believed it would happen so quickly. But I guess I can only do what I do can do.
Still, my point is ... guardian angels. For my Mom and I. Thank the Lord.