Speech Therapy Started

Penny N., a friend of Eleanor's who had majored in Speech Correction at Columbia College, was living in Columbia at this time. Eleanor contacted her and told her my condition so Penny would come to the hospital when my family couldn't be there and do little personal things for me. And because I was still so weak, she would open the little packets and wait while I ate the meal so she could help me brush my teeth afterwards. She was a dear daughter to me when my own daughters couldn't be there.

Penny and Eleanor wanted to begin speech therapy right away to get me started thinking and speaking again. Eleanor, when she could come up to Columbia, would sometimes point to a card with some picture on it ...like a cat or dog or a pencil or chair...and ask me to try to say it. I would know what the picture was, but I just could not think how to say the word. And Penny, when she came, would ask me to describe to her our new house, knowing this subject would be dear to me. What does the living room look like? How about the dining room? I could see, in my mind's eye, both rooms so vividly and wanted, so badly, to be able to describe how pretty each was. But I couldn't. So she would try to help by asking questions to which I could just nod ''Yes” or ''No”. If I might be able to think of one word every now and then she would exclaim, excitedly, that she was understanding what I was trying to say. That was the encouragement I needed to try again; although, my brain would tire so quickly and so easily and then I would feel worn out and even frustrated by having used my brain to concentrate for too long a time.

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.