Turtle Creek Casino & Hotel
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... him back to his room, Bill said that if I had asked him if I could bring family & friends on the walk, he would have said no. But, through his tears he kissed me and thanked me for surprising him. He really enjoyed being with everyone. I now try to take him outside everyday for a stroll. He loves being out in the sunshine, smelling flowers, hearing the wind and just being with nature.
On Monday, the nurses and ...
... most of each day in a recliner. He still cannot move his left leg and toes, albeit he has retained feelings in both. His left arm is pretty useless although he can move his left hand fingers and touch his face. They fitted him with a custom brace for his left leg & foot in order for him to be able to stand up in the future. He starts three-hours-per-day of rigorous physical therapy on Monday, August 11. I will be accompanying him as his ...
... the latest computerized equipment to precisely remove the larger tumor (larger than a golf ball per the surgeon). He has two permanent titanium plates holding his skull bones together and his scalp has been stapled back in place. Surgery was over at about 12:30 PM. He was in recovery for a couple of hours before being moved to ICU (Intensive Care Unit). He is expected to be in the hospital for at least two or more days. He has a lot of ...
... to start this entry with the above beautiful quote that dear friend Gheri provided us. Bill surely is a beautiful person that Ms. Kubler-Ross speaks about, as are all of you.
I wanted you to know that Bill had a serious seizure early last Tuesday, July 29th at our home and was rushed to Munson Hospital in TC by ambulance and was admitted. After many tests, CT & MIR scans, it was found that his ...
... One side of his face is droopy. After asking Mom if he’s okay, Dad snaps out of his trance, and begins eating. I shrug it off as nothing. Three years later, I’m at Michigan State University when my roommate enters our dorm room.
“Liz, here’s a letter from your mother.”
“Thanks, Virginia.” I read the first two paragraphs.
“Oh no,” I gasp, ...