I went to visit my grandmother last night who had a stroke back in March. She's back at home now and I think she's much happier back home than in a nursing home. She can walk around on her own now, although she still has a cane if she needs it. Her speech is still very hard to understand. That has been the slowest part of her recovery.
This is why I'm petrified of aging. I don't care about looking older, in fact I plan on aging like Helen Mirren so I'm all set. But I do care about losing the ability to take care of myself. It's such a scary thing to have no control of your body. When I first visited my grandmother after her stroke she couldn't even swallow. I was so scared for her and kept thinking about what that must be like, to go from active and healthy to having a major stroke.
But back to the the bright side here. My grandmother looks good and she's improving every time I see her. Before I left yesterday she was standing in the kitchen with us for a good 10-15 minutes.
In other good news, my mother's boyfriend's cancer is in remission. Let's keep the good luck rolling. Usually bad things happen in threes so I hope it works the same for good things.