So.
One of the effects of Dad's stroke has been the inability to speak.
Much.
He can get out the rare "Yup" or "Nope" - not much else.
Don't worry - this isn't going to be a whiny "strokes suck" post. (Although they do. Hard.)
This is going to be an "even under the duress of a massive stroke, Tut rocks" post.
Last night, as I was getting ready to leave the hospital, I said, "I'll be back early tomorrow morning, Dad." He smiled at me with the look of love to which I have become addicted. He seemed to be in good spirits, so I decided to play.
"We can watch the royal wedding."
His smile faded a little bit.
"We can talk about the dresses and the flowers..."
Now he was almost`grimacing...
"...and the hats."
He gripped my hand and said, clear as a bell, "Uh uh!"
So happy to hear his voice, I kissed his face.
"Don't worry. We'll watch the golf channel."
He released his grip, smiled, and closed his eyes, confident that the next day would be more about putters and less about princesses.
8 comments:
And I hope it was just that!
Hah, it's great to keep a sense of humor through hard times. My dad has just entered hospice care because of a bad heart, and he seems to be relaxed and joking a great deal of the time. That has set the tone for the rest of us.
So glad he was able to communicate his disdain for the hats. Although, the little I saw on the news was hysterical.
I think it's a good sign that he is able to get his point across, even though he has trouble speaking. Not to mention that he still cares enough to be sure his opinion is heard.
Go, Tut!
Sweet. Sounds promising.
Okay, that gave me a very big lump in my throat.
I'm glad you two haven't lost your sense of humor.
xo jj
Thta is very sweet.
i'm so sorry to hear about your dad, but at least he hasn't lost his sense of humour!
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