On monday 21st November 2005 my partner cleo had a stroke. Since then we are bashing our heads against all the problems of rehabilitation and care that most people never encounter.This blog will be a record of our road to recovery and the thoughts I have along the way.....

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Day 151 - Good Girl!

No physio today, as is often the case on Thursdays. James tends to be too busy. So it was a quiet morning at home. This afternoon we had to go to Hannah's school to see her teacher, for a parent/teacher's day. They had made special arrangements to see us because of cleo's need to be in the wheelchair.

I have said many times in this blog how well the girls have coped with the whole episode of the stroke, the coming to terms, and the subsequent changes that have been forced on us all. What was nice today, was that Hannah's head of year also said how well she had coped too. She had never used it as an excuse, and was still making excellent progress in all her subjects. She is a good pupil and we were rightly proud to hear how well she is doing. Good girl Hannah!

The family, apart from the immediate spouse or partner, and especially children, are very often forgotten or ignored in the whole mass of things that are going on with a major episode like this, but it's important to include them, keep them informed, and remember too that they are as affected, or even more so, than adults. They may never have experienced any kind of major illness or trauma in a relative before, and as such they need special looking after. We need to take the time try and explain what is happening: without hiding the truth or giving false hope, but also without frightening too much. Not an easy thing.

Friday looms and a weekend at work of course. Less said about that the better I suppose.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i have followed cleo's progress from the start and, whilst applauding wholeheartedly the efforts made to buoy up her spirits and make the very best improvement impossible to her physical being, i had a thought whilst reading something this evening.

Does cleo feel that, in the hectic schedule of rehabilitation, she has yet had sufficient space in which to begin to grieve properly? I read in cleo's own blog of Saturday that she pines for what once was. Does cleo ever feel that her submission leads her to yank herself out of "the blues" in order to please those around her rather than exploring fully the pain of what she has lost (hopefully only temporarily!) leaving her "haunted" more profoundly by the abilities she has lost?