This blog is about stroke recovery, so some less than sunny snapshots should be no surprise.
Due to health insurance changes, and questionable effectiveness versus out-of-pocket costs, it has been nine months since Lida’s last Botox treatment.
Despite multiple daily stretching and strengthening exercises, plus ongoing occupational therapy, Lida is regressing.
Spasticity is on the rise. It’s a bout of brute force to pry my fingers from their tight little fist.
Lida’s hand is completely unresponsive to commands. She just lies there and tingles with internal fire, deaf to my requests to relax, or make the most minuscule movement.
For the first time since I inquired about the possibility of amputation at the rehab hospital, three years ago, I am on the verge of giving up hope for Lida’s reawakening.
The battle is exhausting.
I have become rather adept at life with one hand. And could manage for the rest of it single-handedly.
But really, giving up is not my style. So I’ll get another round of Botox, and work even harder to wake my hand.
My ever positive cheerleaders will rouse and carry me when I need them. Thank you: you know who you are.