I don't think I mentioned it here, but Granddaddy fell last week and broke the 'head' off his left femur (if I heard correctly).
He had a hip-replacement surgery late Friday afternoon. They got him up today for the
first time since the surgery. Generally, they like to get the patients up within the first 24 hours of surgery, but he had an elevated heart rate they were a bit worried about and he was still sleeping off the anesthesia and the pain pills. (Pain pills containing codine are evil...) [Okay, so I don't really know which kind of pain medication they gave him, but still...]
This fall and broken hip was quite providential as it turns out (of course, everything is, but somethings are more noticeably so). It appears that Granddaddy may actually have Parkinson's. We would never have known that (or, I think, even suspected it) if this hadn't had happened. The symptoms that Daddy was talking about and Mom quickly looked up do sound rather like some of the things we had noticed about Granddaddy and his functionality.
Daddy says Granddaddy was quite clear this afternoon and was actually talking in full
sentences (he's not done that clearly in two years!) (Apparently one of the Parkinson symptoms is difficulty in expressing oneself.)
On a related note, the therapist who came in the afternoon was none other than my
therapist when I broke my wrist. It appears she is still saying nice things about me. :D ("I worked on your granddaughter Racheal."--to Granddaddy, who, according to Daddy replied, "She's a good girl." That's kinda special. :]) I guess being a stubborn turkey leaves good impression sometimes. ;P (Of course, by that point in my life, having been a "therapist" myself, I knew the importance of giving it everything you have and trying to make the therapist's job a pleasant one.)
Anyway, it was an encouraging update on Granddaddy.
We likewise got an encouraging update on Grandpa today. I went with Mom and Grandpa to the doctor today (I like the oncologist--he's nice and he treats Grandpa with respect instead of blowing him off 'cause he's an "old guy"--which at nearly 91, I guess you could say. :]) Grandpa's GIST cancer is apparently stable (yay!) The last CAT scan had shown what Dr. S thought was new growth, but this new one is more encouraging.
So...two encouraging reports about my two different (and totally different personalities!) Grandfathers.
Oh, and I got some more work done on The Cow Cavalry today. :)
He had a hip-replacement surgery late Friday afternoon. They got him up today for the
first time since the surgery. Generally, they like to get the patients up within the first 24 hours of surgery, but he had an elevated heart rate they were a bit worried about and he was still sleeping off the anesthesia and the pain pills. (Pain pills containing codine are evil...) [Okay, so I don't really know which kind of pain medication they gave him, but still...]
This fall and broken hip was quite providential as it turns out (of course, everything is, but somethings are more noticeably so). It appears that Granddaddy may actually have Parkinson's. We would never have known that (or, I think, even suspected it) if this hadn't had happened. The symptoms that Daddy was talking about and Mom quickly looked up do sound rather like some of the things we had noticed about Granddaddy and his functionality.
Daddy says Granddaddy was quite clear this afternoon and was actually talking in full
sentences (he's not done that clearly in two years!) (Apparently one of the Parkinson symptoms is difficulty in expressing oneself.)
On a related note, the therapist who came in the afternoon was none other than my
therapist when I broke my wrist. It appears she is still saying nice things about me. :D ("I worked on your granddaughter Racheal."--to Granddaddy, who, according to Daddy replied, "She's a good girl." That's kinda special. :]) I guess being a stubborn turkey leaves good impression sometimes. ;P (Of course, by that point in my life, having been a "therapist" myself, I knew the importance of giving it everything you have and trying to make the therapist's job a pleasant one.)
Anyway, it was an encouraging update on Granddaddy.
We likewise got an encouraging update on Grandpa today. I went with Mom and Grandpa to the doctor today (I like the oncologist--he's nice and he treats Grandpa with respect instead of blowing him off 'cause he's an "old guy"--which at nearly 91, I guess you could say. :]) Grandpa's GIST cancer is apparently stable (yay!) The last CAT scan had shown what Dr. S thought was new growth, but this new one is more encouraging.
So...two encouraging reports about my two different (and totally different personalities!) Grandfathers.
Oh, and I got some more work done on The Cow Cavalry today. :)
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