Rolling thru the streets…
As I mentioned in the last post, yesterday was a good day. He had asked for the first time to be taken out in his wheelchair. Normally, I have to coax him to agree to it.
We spent about an hour thru the streets of Kalyani in the evening hours. Because he was more alert, he and I spent a long time talking about small things and me trying to ask him questions about the past and see if his neurons, dendrons and synapses can start re-firing (or whatever it is that they do for a normal person). Surprisingly, he could recollect the addresses of all the residences we had lived in (each took about a couple of minutes and you could almost sense his brain cells churning thru). But he still cannot remember my brother’s house in Kolkata.
Numerous times, we had people go past us (mostly in bicycles) and then on second thoughts, they would stop. Invariably, it was somebody who realized it was my dad as they went past us and got down from their bikes to come back and talk to us. Many of them were not aware of what dad has gone thru. My dad explained “Porey gechhilam” (“I had fallen down”).
That gave me a chance during my one on one time to explain to him that he had a brain stroke. We found five different spots. And that is why he fell down. And why he is not being able to remember things.
He seemed to be very surprised at this revelation.
“I had a brain stroke?”
“Yes”.
A couple of minutes of silence later…
“Which hospital was I in?”
“2 nights in Kalyani nursing home and then 2 weeks in Peerless Hospital in Kolkata”
“I was in Kolkata?”
“Yes”
“How did I get there?”
“Pinku brought an ambulance from Kolkata” (Pinku is my younger brother)
A few minutes of silence again.
“Eto shoto hoye gechhey aami jaantam na” (I did not realize so much has happened)
“I know”
A minute later, I realized he was trying to raise his neck and look back towards me. Sensing he wanted to ask me something, I lowered my head as I kept pushing him along. Fully expecting the next question “Kobey bhalo hobo baba?” (When will I get better?)
Instead he said “Tor onek poisa khoroch korey fellam na?” Not sure whether I was more irritated or found it to be too funny or something else that at this juncture, he first reaction would be to be apologetic that his illness cost his son a lot of money. But I knew that was the clear marker, the “old” him was trying to come thru and that was a great thing.
I lied thru my teeth. “Insurance is giving all the money back”.
For half a minute he shook his head very satisfactorily.
The evening, much like the wheelchair, rolled on…
Praying for his well being
Rajib, Hats off to your spirits.
The plasticity of the brain is a remarkable thing. I applaud the continued exposure continuing to exercise his mind. The difference in the quality of life is worth every effort to recover and/or reroute the process of cognition and storage of memories.
May your sincerity and efforts bear fruit.God bless!
I am so happy for you and the family and especially your dad, who is able to speak. Such a blessing. Cherish all of it.
That’s great that kaku is feeling better.
Sending positive thoughts and vibes
From not being able to communicate at all to do this much talking – baby steps in the right direction.
This is a good move. If possible do this in morning sunlight.
Best wishes and our prayers for your dad to get normal soon.
Our prayers are with you for his speedy recovery. Enjoy the moment
Good to hear of your dad’s progress. Our prayers and best wishes always Rajib!
wishing your dad a speedy recovery
Amazed to see him improving.
Admiring your live care rajib
Love
And care
Speedy recovery to your dad, Rajib.. Glad you’re able to meet your folks often. Must be a big support for them.
Great to know that uncle feeling better now.
Our best wishes always with you.