The weeks just seem to whiz by these days. While Marc was in the hospital, the routine was predictable. Now that he is home, our calendar is crowded each week with appointments, therapy sessions and other events. Some days it seems I barely have time to breathe.
During Marc’s physio appointment last Tuesday, he got some very good news. He redid a balance test that he had done previously at RVH and this time he scored 54 out of 56. Instead of a gold star he got the go-ahead to stop using his walker in the house. His smile was so big I thought his face was going to split open. The first thing he did was go upstairs and put his own clothes away. Then he emptied some garbage. We don’t call him “Mr. Clean” for nothing.
Marc’s balance is still not 100% and his left neglect is still an issue with his vision, so he needs to be very cautious. He also needs to use a walker, or at least have assistance, while walking outside until all the snow melts, but he is enjoying every moment of this new found freedom.
We had our three-week case conference last week as well, with the members of the CCAC team who handle Marc’s various therapies. The consensus is that he is still progressing very well and his OT and physio are continuing on a weekly basis to accommodate his recovery.
We also got the ball rolling for Marc’s Ontario disability. It takes a while to come into effect and we are awaiting forms to be filled out by the doctor before we can submit the entire package.
In the midst of all of this worrying about how we are going to pay our mortgage and simply survive before Marc’s disability kicks in and while I am trying to find work that I can do while looking after Marc and my mother, we had yet another “universe is listening” kind of moment take place.
I received a Facebook message from a woman from my office who I really don’t know very well. She just became a licensed realtor as Marc had his stroke and it turns out that she had been reading our blog and felt compelled to help. She offered to do a fundraiser for us and I couldn’t say no. Asking for help is not something I do well, but this felt a little different since the participants would get something out of it.
Perdita contacted the Ferndale Banquet Hall here in Barrie and found out that it was pretty easy to set up a spaghetti dinner. She would set up a Facebook event page and sell tickets and half the proceeds would go to our cause, which in this case meant helping to pay our mortgage. It would buy us one more month.
This Sunday evening we will sit down to a spaghetti dinner and afterward enjoy some live entertainment, courtesy of some very talented friends and family. If anyone is interested in joining in this celebration of Marc’s milestones during this healing journey, you can find the details at this link. Perdita chose to call it Stroke of Luck, which not only honours the name of this blog but also honours St. Patrick's Day.
There have been many milestones the past few months and equally as many miracles for which we are forever grateful.