Empire Lakeshore Inn
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... painful, exhausting, and frustrating for Bill. But he is determined to fight to regain his independence and come home to Beeches. He is improving slowly each day. His left arm is gaining additional movement & range of motion, too. One therapist told Bill that their goal is to have Bill walk out of the hospital on his own. I told her that my goal is for Bill to be able to pick up dog ***** again! I finally got quite tipsy ...
... He loves you all and is determined to improve. But, at this time, he does not want any visitors. He has asked for no cards, no flowers, & no calls, please. I would be just like him if our roles were reversed.
On the up-side...he still has his feisty personality & sense of humor, can talk, see & hear, can think, has retained his memory and has full control of his head, face, neck and right side of his body. He is alive! I am so ...
... and pain. Unfortunately, he is not able to move his left toes nor his left leg. Late this afternoon, he finally moved his left arm and hand to touch his face. He is weak on his left side and may need to be placed in rehabilitation. Too early to tell. He is exhausted and wants to sleep. Radiation treatment for his smaller brain tumor is expected to start within a couple of weeks. Besides his sister, two brothers & myself, Bill ...
... 8211; Monday
We were rudely awakened about 7:30 AM (the only morning we actually were asleep at 7:30!) by a sharp knock on the door and a lady informing us we couldn’t have a tent erected here. Too upscale, I guess!
Dex and the boys hiked Indigo Bluffs Trail in the morning while I stayed at the RV and caught up on bills and chores. After lunch, we all (including Maggie) headed out to Pierce Stocking Scenic Drive in ...
"Mom, what's wrong with Dad?" I ask. He looks like he just had a stroke, I think.
“He looks okay to me,” Mom replies.
“Oh, I guess you’re right. He’s acting normal now.”
I’m 15 years old, and our family is having our 1967 Thanksgiving dinner. We’re all talking, laughing, and eating. I notice that Dad is sitting motionless with a ...