This morning Mom received a tracheostomy, and a percutaneous endoscopic gastrostomy. (Pretty good huh?) Her breathing tube now enters below her throat, and her feeding tube enters through her side.
This afternoon she does seem more relaxed and comfortable than yesterday. Aunt Betty, Uncle Ted, cousin Debbie, and my Dad all came down to visit today also. It was very emotional for him and for us, but it was a blessing.
We have talked today with numerous doctors, therapists and a social worker, trying to sketch long-term plans. There is hope that she will improve as the blood in the brain is re-absorbed by the body, but the doctors have no way of knowing what damage has been done. They have told us bluntly that her recovery will probably take months, and that she is likely to have impairments when she does wake up.
So we continue to beg you to pray for God's clear guidance. I reminded God today that Mom had willingly sacrificed her daughters to be missionaries, taking them and her precious grandchildren far away from her. So now He needs to help us know how to care for her.
Our Dad is doing fairly well, thanks to the wonderful care of our church family. But whether he can continue to live alone is a big question mark. He is sort of "on the brink" in our opinion. He wants to stay at home and get another car to drive. He just got his license renewed in July. But we worry about his memory loss causing problems, and also the possibility of his falling. He is very unsteady on his feet at times.
We feel kind of like King Jehoshaphat, who said , ". . . we have no might against this great company that cometh against us; neither know we what to do: but our eyes are upon thee." (2 Chronicles 20:12)