Yesterday it was all over the news that Hosni Mubarak was "clinically dead". Not to worry, he's feeling better today. It seems that the miracle occurred after he was transferred from a prison hospital to a much nicer military hospital. It seems a bit Monte Python-ish.
It does kind of remind me of what's going on with Papa. After his hip surgery we were very strongly advised to check him into a full care facility (you know... a nursing home). He had been in one years ago when he broke his other hip and it was heartbreaking for him and for us. At the time Hamad and I told him that, if we could help it, he would never have to go into another one. So we thanked the people at the hospital for their advice and then made arrangements to take care of him here. He's healing in his own room where he can watch the Dodgers on TV and eat when he's hungry, and not when the food cart is making its rounds.
A physical therapist has come to help him get walking again. The first time he got dad up and walking he told me that it was nothing short of a miracle. He said that in 30 years he'd never had an Alzheimers patient take a step. My friend Cara points out that of course the others didn't walk... they sent them to nursing homes and the patients just gave up. We are very blessed that we are in a situation where dad can be home and we can take care of him. I realize that that isn't a reality for many people. What an agonizing choice that must be. I'm so glad that we have him home where he belongs.
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