Woman of steel

Our dear neighbor lady, who is eighty-eight years old, fell a couple of days ago and broke her hip. She was working in an outside flower bed when she lost her balance and fell backwards onto the ground. No one heard her cries for help, so after several minutes she finally pushed the alert necklace that she wears and an ambulance arrived to take her to the hospital.

We didn’t know anything had happened until an hour or so later when I arrived home on my lunch break. We hurried to the hospital that afternoon, but were unable to see her until after surgery. They placed a steel rod through the bone to help it mend back together, and she seems to be doing pretty well considering everything.

The doctor mentioned a nursing home almost immediately after seeing the family and it bothered both of us a great deal. She has told us on numerous occasions that she would rather die than go to one, however, it seems inevitable since she has lost her mobility and has no family able to care for her properly. We expressed our willingness to do whatever we can to help, but there are some things that we probably couldn’t take care of – like personal hygiene.

Her only son lives a couple of hours away and is currently caring for his invalid wife at home. Her grandchildren are scattered across the country. It would seem that a nursing home is the only option, even though everyone is aware of her feelings about it.

We did get some better news yesterday, when her son informed me that the hospital discussed keeping her on their rehabilitation floor for a couple of weeks so she can get physical therapy and possibly get back to walking. I was also surprised to hear that she had already gotten up (with help) and sat in a chair for an hour. Her son said the doctor explained that the type of break and surgery that she had is the easiest to heal from. We are now hopeful that she can come home after her hospital stay, as the neighborhood just isn’t the same without her.

There was a really cute thing she said after surgery, when the nurses were checking her into a room and asking the usual questions. As they inquired about any changes in her eating habits, she loudly announced that she had been craving chocolate, which gave us all a much needed laugh!

Author: Brian

Blogger. Bookworm. Michael Jackson fanatic. Lives in Kentucky with partner of 12 years and three fabulous felines.

3 thoughts on “Woman of steel”

  1. That is a tough situation…my own grandmother broke her hip in her 80’s. I remember it clearly. No fun at all.

  2. Oh, I really hate that!
    I have seen it what happens to elderly women who break their hips and unfortunately they all had to stay in the hospital for rehab, (as long as she makes and effort to do what they say), but then “they” “kick” them out to the nursing homes. I hate nursing homes. They are so depressing.
    I have visited all of them in our area except one and don’t like any of them. :(

    I really hate the thought of Mrs. J being there. I wish I could help, but I wouldn’t be able to be there like she would need.

    I definitely want to go visit her.

    Tell her I am praying for her.

  3. When I was the last kid at home with my single mom, She had this freak accident where she was going to the car, parked on a brick drive way, to get food she had prepared for her company Christmas party. She fell forward against her car with her head thrown back and broke both of her shoulders, one was smashed to bits. They glued it all up and repaired each broken shoulder in surgery., For her convalescence, she was at home and could not care for herself in the most basic of ways. My initial concern was how would I be able to help her in a way that would not erode her dignity. I was surprised at how it was not an issue and, also, at how many friends stepped up to the plate to help me and her both. It bolstered my faith in my own humanity as well as all humanity.

    I am glad your friend will recover more easily than you feared. I hope you will consider, though, that it could have been a great opportunity to know the joy of a friendship by being there when you most would have been needed.

    It was a great post to read. Thanks.

    WS

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