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| Mom, exercising her arms... she did it for about 5 minutes! |
Yesterday, I went to her PT session and we were all amazed. My mom was nearly running down the hall with the walker. She was moving... moving fast.
"Was that Josephine?" A nurse came out of a room when she saw my mom zip by the doorway.
Mom's walking. She's moving. Soon, I look forward to seeing her dancing to her music that streams through the headphones that rest on her ears. Mom is now in a race to dance again; she wants to dance.
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Bless her heart! When you've got the rhythm in you, I guess it doesn't matter how old you get. I hope I dance till the day I die! Go Josephine!!!
ReplyDeleteHA HA!! I loved Mellodee's comment and wholeheartedly agree!!
ReplyDeleteI found your blog and It has sure brought back memories of caring for my sweet little Mommy.In the photos it could have been my Mom.It worked out that Dementia was a blessing ,because she had a stroke and was paralyzed on her right side,but never asked about it. She had a cat that she carried with her too. Hang in there and hope your mom is doing well
ReplyDeleteMellodee and Kathy... Thank you. It's always nice to see my mom dance; her dancing makes me feel happy inside because she's happy.
ReplyDeleteCathy... thank you for finding my blog, reading and commenting. One day, I'm sure I'll look back at these times with my mom with fond memories; just like you do now with your own mom. The cat is her buddy.