MY DEAR FAMILY- Everyone Helped

Jack was having to do almost everything for me.... including helping me get dressed. He would have to tie my bows, help me get my hose on, hook my pearls, change my earrings, get my bra hooked........ In fact, I found a little note I had written at this time describing my situation: Every day Jack would have to hook my bra for me. I hated to have to call on him every time I wanted to get dressed......when often he would be busy in his office. I didn't like having to be dependent! I finally progressed enough to be able to pick up one end of my bra with my good hand, switch it over to my bad hand for holding purposes, catch the other end with my good hand and take it around my back and on to my stomach. There I would be able to fasten the hooks with my good hand, then turn the bra around and stick my arms through the straps. I was so happy. I had crossed a milestone! And had come one step closer to independence, even though I had to lean on Jack for just about everything.

Jack was so good about doing things for me. He bought me shoes with velcro closures, so no strings had to be tied. He called the doctors for me and explained things to them since I couldn't. He was, and still is, so much help in preparing a meal, especially the Sunday morning eggs and cutting up vegetables for salads.

Because I love the yard so much, it made me so happy when Jack and John decided to outline the flower beds in the back yard with long boards that bend easily to separate the beds from the lawn.

Julie and Sally alternated weekends to come be with me and be on call for anything I needed done..... to cut my fingernails or toenails, to shave my legs or under my arms. They took their responsibility very seriously and came religiously even when Julie had to make the trip with her baby, Lane and during her pregnancy with baby, Nathan. Among other sewing jobs she did for me, Julie sewed velcro on a number of my jackets so I could close them by just touching the two sides together. This was such a big help since I could neither zip nor button.

And as you know Eleanor, very conscientiously, took the responsibility on her shoulders, of lining up Speech Therapy and other health care programs after making suggestions to Jack as to what I would need in the way of help when released from the hospital.

I Needed Speech Therapy, Physical Therapy, and Help

As I lay in my bed in the private room I was feeling especially lonesome and alone, even though Eleanor and Jack were sitting at the foot of my bed talking with each other. I didn't know what they were talking about, but I did know I wanted so badly to be able to communicate with them, to feel included in what they were saying. I could hardly hear them because of the bulky dressing partially covering my ears and making me feel separated from the whole rest of the world. In spite of this, I kept hearing, in whispered tones, little snatches of conversation, “maid .........secretary............therapy.......''. I didn't associate any of what I was hearing with me, however.

But Eleanor, at this time, was realizing that things were needing to be done! But nobody was taking any initiative! Jack seemed to not know what to do or where to turn, and it seemed to have been just taken for granted that Eleanor, being a Speech Therapist and the tumor being on the speech area of my brain, would know just what to do. In her job she had helped others, but this was different. This was more extensive and this was her mother! She didn't know quite where to begin, and she was scared!

What could be done for a person in Mama's condition? She knew Mama would need to be taken care of when released from the hospita1............., certainly a maid would be needed, and even maybe a secretary or a part-time secretary to help Daddy in his office so he could be freer to be with Mama when she needed him......and she would have to immediately try to figure out, and then put into a plan, what therapy would be best..............and do some investigating into health care programs that would be beneficial ....and lay out plans for a program of rehabilitation.

She felt the whole responsibility on her shoulders. And now that our mother-daughter roles were reversed she would be faced with tough love. She was frightened...... frightened by the awesome task of having to find ways to rehabilitate her own mother.