|Mom and Dick in the rehab center the day I left for home. Lookin' good!|
Good news is that she will be getting out of rehab on Friday and going home, which is literally and figuratively just what the doctor ordered. The ball of her broken hip was replaced a week ago Saturday, and at 86 years of age she has recovered more rapidly than we ever dared hope or expect. Of course, Mom still has some hard work ahead of her, but she is able to get around rather well with a walker already and will continue to receive physical therapy at home three times a week for an undetermined period of time. Best of all, her wonderful husband is TLC personified, and I have a feeling she is in for a heavy dose!
If bad things come in threes (and while I am not a bit superstitious, in this case I sincerely hope they do), then Mom should be free to stay at home and enjoy life without further ado. I think she's earned King's ex for a looong while, don't you?
Having satisfied the "R" requirement with Rehab and Recovery, I think a "Q" portion of this post might be in order, since I missed that round of Alphabe-Thursday altogether last week:
What I have learned from my mother throughout these three consecutive ordeals is to "Quench not the Spirit" (1 Thessalonians 5:19). Paul was speaking of the Holy Spirit, but I am also thinking of the human spirit that my mom exhibits so abundantly, refusing to be beaten down by whatever life has to offer. She knows in Whom she has trusted, and she puts her faith in His plan for her, no matter what it entails.
I only hope I can learn from her example.