They took her off of the medications she was on as they feel certain it is the medication causing all the (I can't bring myself to use the "dementia" word) forgetfulness, confusion and hallucinations. She's been catheterized. They are doing intense physical therapy -- her back problem started in June/July, so she hasn't been doing much and by November the "not much" was nothing.
Grandpa will now have to have hip surgery from pulling her up to stand and taking care of her. He broke his hip 12 years ago and had a pin put in but is having severe pain in that area now and will likely need to have that repaired once grandma is better.
I spoke to Grandma this morning for the first time since the night before her surgery. She doesn't like being confused and generally doesn't want to talk to people when she's like this -- instead she makes Grandpa handle all of the phone duties and then tell her repeatedly after what is going on. She doesn't sound well at all. She's very obviously drugged -- sounds very tired and weak. But she does know some things. She knows that it is nearing Christmas and that we will be coming home then. But she doesn't know if she feels better today than yesterday but she said she thinks she is getting better and will definitely be up and around by Christmas.
The doctors are still of the opinion that her mental status is due to the medications and that she will come back to us. I'm terrified of the alternative, so for now I'm (repeatedly) making the conscious decision to believe that that is the case. And with therapy and time, her back will be better -- she already walks better than she has in six months. So...we wait. And we cry. And we worry. And we hope. And we pray. Maybe some of you can do the same?
