Therapy

Its been a little more than 3 months since Martin had his stroke. He was in Mount Gould rehab for 2 months and while he was there I felt secure knowing that he was cared for and was learning to walk and care for himself again from experts. There was a fear that he would be sent home and it would be left to us to get him back to where he was before all of this began. I knew nothing about helping him relearn, so I was scared and overwhelmed. I was told over and over that he would have an early discharge team of OT, PT and a nurse to help him on his journey back, but that didn't help to hold back the fear. I figured he would have a therapist out to the house a couple times a week, and how much work could they actually do in a house so small. I'm very happy to say I was so wrong. He's been home 4 1/2 weeks now. The early discharge team come to the house sometimes three times a day, 5 to 6 days a week. They are Ursula; little and mighty, she can motive you to do anything and before you know it you are walking. Then there is our Irish Emma who is kind and funny and so supportive, she makes even the smallest accomplishments into large ones. Our gentle Emma who is getting Martin to think more like his old self again with her goals, tests and positive words, and she's gotten his hand and arm to move more than it has. And then there is Mo his nurse. She is honest and straight forward and caring. Between them Martin is walking with a cane on his own, walking up the stairs (with me) and is back to sleeping in our bed and getting himself ready for the day with some help and he is able to manage his meds with only having me to check. I couldn't have asked for a better team! Though he has a long way to go, he is doing things he couldn't 3 weeks ago.