Before my loving husband, Mark, passed away in January of this year and I had both of my hips replaced (one in January and the other in April), our house had become a disaster zone. I could barely walk and definitely couldn’t stand for very long, therefore, the kitchen was a mess with dirty dishes stacked everywhere. Mark was drinking a lot, every day, and didn’t care much about anything except escaping his pain. The carpet, due to Bass’s Autistic behavioral problems, was always covered with chip or cracker crumbs on top of which he would dump out all of his toys, not to mention pulling out every one of his 50 or more books from the shelves and strewing them out from wall to wall thereby fulfilling his need to see all his stuff at once.
After Mark passed away, Sebastian’s mother’s ex-fiance and uncle volunteered to clean up the house, fix minor things broken (cabinet hinges, door hinges, etc.) eliminating trip hazards for me while I was in the nursing home recuperating and doing physical therapy as well. Bless their hearts, their work was cut out for them. They did the best job they could without being able to open the house up, it was late January after all.
Sebastian’s other grandparents were angels to pitch in the way they did and I will be forever grateful for them! When Mark went into the hospital, they came right away to pick Bass up all the while telling me not to worry about anything, they would keep him as long as I needed them to. That was the first of January.
Prior to that, we had established a pretty nice little routine of him being with us Monday through Friday and then with them Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon.
My first surgery was January 23rd, 2019. I spent 2 weeks after that in a nursing home. I guess most of the time it’s expected to take 3 weeks or more. They laughed when I told them the day I was admitted that I would be leaving in 2 weeks because I had an anxious toddler that needed me home, especially after losing his “daddy” and bestest buddy.
(For those of you who don’t know me, allow me to quickly explain. I have a 5 year old grandson who is autistic, landing mid-spectrum. Then there is Bass, as we call him for short. We requested his evaluation at 19 months. By the time they actually were able to get him in it was nine months later and 6 months after beginning in-home therapy twice a week.)
(Those evaluating him stated that if we had gotten in when we first requested, the odds were great that autism would have been diagnosed. However, in the three areas tested, he scored 1 over the break, 1 under the break and last of all, a 1 out of 3. They said to bring him back in a year for re-testing if needed. I stated that I wouldn’t be back, glad that we were leaving without any labels attached to him.)
Anyway, true to my word I walked out 2 weeks later to the day. I didn’t do too bad home alone at first. Walking around without a cane, I felt confident in as quick of a recovery for the second hip in roughly 4 or 5 months.
So I starting having Sebastian Saturday morning to Sunday afternoon. He was so happy to be home with me, even if it was only for a short time. We continued with this schedule through February, extending visits an hour here and there as we went until he was coming for the full weekend.
However, disaster hit in March. My left hip began causing me a great deal of pain and, just as it had happened with my right one, the socket disintegrated and my bones were clacking off of each other every time I moved. The pain became excruciating…
To be continued tomorrow, I must attend to some things before Bass comes home at 2 PM.
God Bless and keep you all,