Last December my husband had a stroke. I wrote about that, and the month which followed it, here. It’s the anniversary in two weeks. This is how things stand now.
Thursday (12th) saw us at physio, where they broke the news that they don’t believe he’ll make any further progress. That means no movement at all in his left arm. Very little in his left leg. The bleed on his brain has affected his concentration and he’s too easily distracted to be able to walk more than a couple of steps. Stairs are impossible.
H will be discharged from physio at the end of January, when he’ll be passed on to other agencies. Their job will be to assess our home and make the necessary adaptations. So in that respect, we’ll be able to move on with our lives instead of being in our current limbo.
We’re still waiting on PIP. Once that’s sorted, we can organise a car and a blue badge. Wheelchair Services are likely to issue H with an electric chair which will make life a lot easier. We’ll be able to get out more. Actually live.
So while there’s a lot to process, it’s not all bad.