Off They Go

12:30 Good Friday.
Dressed, in hallway, in wheelchair. 

Roger, the physical therapist appears and we all greet.  "Hey Bernie, you're in your chair!" Roger pops up, "Yeah, he got here all by himself."  On Roger's command Bernie steps up into the walker and off they go.

He got out of his wheelchair without objection, and I was surprised that he didn't struggle to his feet.  He wasn't spry by any means, but he was able to stand, then walk directly and without shuffling.

They circle the entire floor and Roger offers, "Want to sit here with Mike for a couple of minutes?"  So Bernie sits.

A glass of water later Roger reappears to take another lap.






They return and Bernie asks to get back on the bed.

Kathleen had stopped at Nazareth House and collected the mail, and a couple of rosaries.  She reads Bernie a few cards, and he asks her to make a polite reply.

I had made a list of email correspondents Bernie had been in touch with when he was emailing.  I ask if it is OK to send them an invitation to this blog, and we go over about a hundred names. He is quick to recognize each name and include those he thought would like to hear about his status. 

While on the bed he continued to turn from side to side without prompting.  Kathleen encouraged him and they both reiterated he would like to get back to Nazareth House as soon as possible.