Something amazing just happened and I feel like I need to tell the whole world. Y’all know I have a dog named Duck and most of you know he’s a bit skittish. In short, if he hears a noise outside, he feels the need to inform me…just in case I need to know.
Ok…well on to my story. As many of you know, my mom had a stroke 10 days after my dad died. The stroke affected her left side. She can talk and sorta walk (with some help) but her arm still has had no movement. Nothing….well an ever so slight sorta thumb movement that you really need to focus on to see it. For the past two months, I have been watching that hand while she’s talking, hoping to see something. But nothing has happened. It’s been discouraging to watch. I can only imagine how she feels about it.
Well, tonight I sat down next to her to start her nightly arm therapy session. I’ve been trying different things, desperately hoping to find something that might work. So I started with making a fist with my hand, placed it inside hers and asked her to focus very hard and try to wrap her fingers around my fist. Nothing. Not a good start to the session. Her thumb was moving even less tonight. So I decided to try something else. I rested her hand on her leg, palms up and I asked her to focus on the hand and imagine making a fist. This is something we’ve tried before without any results, but it doesn’t hurt to give it another shot. We both stared at the fist and started focusing…and then….WOOOF!!!!!! Duck, who had been sitting at our feet, barked and my startled mother flinched her arm and it jumped right up off of her leg, flopped back down and before she even realized it, she made a fist! I quickly asked her to do it again and she did it again and again and again! My mother, who could not even slightly mover her hand 5 minutes before can now make a fist!!!!!!! Of course, she (and me for that matter) is totally giving Duck credit.
I’m not surprised. I have always believed the Duck had special powers. I know he believes he has special powers. I think he was listening and waiting for the precise moment to let out one of those fierce and deep barks. None of that matters. All that matters is that it worked.
This morning, my mother was the most depressed I had ever seen her, more so than following my father’s death a couple of months ago. She barely left her bed today. I’ve been really worried about her. I know the Duck can sense the sadness and I can see the worry in his eyes. All afternoon he did not leave his “spot” on the floor next to her bed, standing up every so often, to nudge her to let her know he’s there. She would give him a few pats and then bury her head in her pillow.
Now, after the “WOOF!!!” incident she’s chirpy, hungry (for the first time in days) and is happily making plans for her and the Duck moving back to her house. I don’t have the heart to tell her there is no way in hell he’s leaving my house. Anyone have a dog that looks similar to the Duck they might be willing to sell?
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone. I hope my little story brings you cheer and hope for the upcoming Holidays.
I love you all and will be back to blogging on Monday.
xoxoxo
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