I told Mom that I might not be back for a while, so I hope she remembers why I'm not there. This is the first time I haven't gone up during the day.
I was thinking about how we weren't making much progress these days and then I reminded my self "good days and bad days, and the bad days this month are better than the good days two months ago." I use that as a mantra.
It has been at least three weeks since I spent a day explaining where she is, and why she is there. She still has problems with dreaming that strange people are in her house, and wants to know if I got them out of there. But after our first chat of the day, she knows better. Some days are sleeping days, and she gets up for breakfast and lunch, but not dinner and sleeps in between. Most days she gets up, spends almost two hours in physical therapy, goes to lunch and then sleeps in the afternoon. And physical therapy when she isn't tired goes really well. She can travel about 10 feet on the walker, sometimes farther, but there are two people with her as a precaution. So ... good days and bad days, but the good days are good, the bad days better than two months ago.