I'm Back on the Saddle Again

Anita Henson

I'm Back on the Saddle Again

Anita Henson
After recuperating from a strained pectoral muscle and visiting my husband for 5 days, I returned to find Mom seeing a shadow/black spot when she reads or focuses on an object.  She said she had told my brother when it first occurred on Saturday.  I returned late Saturday night and when I got up the next morning , that was the first thing she told me.  I told her I would take her to the doctor while Dad was at golf.  He plays every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  Dad agreed.  At 92, he is the second oldest player at the course.  My brother drove my dad to golf, and I took Mom to the doctor Monday morning.

The doctor made the referral to see a specialist and the appointment is the day after her birthday next week.  In the meantime, Mom hasn't picked up a book.  She'll look through her magazines and read the articles but can't read for very long before that silly black spot appears.  She states, "There it is again."  After the UTI, and now this, I am grateful that she will have a nurse visit twice a week to check on her.

Today is Thursday and the male nurse stopped by today to ask some questions to enroll her in the program.  Three weeks ago she had a risk management session, provided by her insurance , and it was recommended that she receive visitations by a nurse.   Her doctor ordered two visits a week.  The male nurse who visited today fixed the brakes on the walker and showed me how to do it.  Today was a good day for Mom, she could answer every question until it came to the yes or no answers.  "NO, NO, was the response to each and I had to chime in on the last question which should have been answered with a yes.  Her blood pressure was normal and the nurse was surprised by her alertness and overall well-being.  He was informed about the recent UTI and the black spot/shadow in her vision and took notes.

On second thought, I may be more grateful for myself than Mom to have a nurse attend weekly.  In any case, we will both benefit.  I fear the diagnosis from the eye specialist will not be a good one, and I'm praying for the best outcome.  I love my mom and seeing her suffer brings silent, invisible tears and my heart breaks for her.  So today, I rejoice for the good day she experienced and look forward to all the good days to come our way.

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