Laughter Is The Best Medicine

Yesterday was a good day. There was way more laughter than there were tears. In fact, I only cried when I came into the room and she said, “Hi Sissy!” I bawled in tears of joy and gave her a big hug because she sounded like herself. So. Much. Like. Herself. And she’s supposed to be discharged today! She had no seizures Monday night and she passed her OT tests with flying colors. Thank you, Lord. We’re on the road to recovery.

We found out yesterday that both her left and right lower temporal lobe was bruised from the seizures. Which explains why she not only has short term memory loss, but also some long term memory is gone. For now. We’re told it’ll come back. She does not remember that Walter, Grandpa or Grandma passed away. She also asked if people who are still living, are alive. And she asked multiple times. In light of everything going on, Angelo feels like he’s in the movie 50 First Dates, and is just so happy she remembers she loves him 😂🥹🥰

Although they couldn’t find a specific virus, they believe she had a viral infection in her body that caused the seizures. And two or more seizures puts you in the epileptic category. So they’re calling it Lower Temporal Lobe Epilepsy. She’ll have a PICC line for 2 weeks at home. And will follow up with a Neuro and Epilepsy Specialist.

After she’s done healing, which will take some time and we have to stay patient, and help her be patient with herself, she should continue to live a full, beautiful, life 🙏🏼🤍

One story I HAVE to share and I can’t stop laughing about is what I’ll call, ‘The Soup Story.’ I know. Super original 🤣🤷🏼‍♀️ Monday evening, both YiaYia and our mom brought her soup. She ate YiaYia’s soup. She said it was good…but kind of chalky 😆 But she ate all of it! And then…she ate our Mom’s soup. She took one bite and said, “This soup is GARBAGE!” 😳🤣🤣🤣🙈 Oh my gosh, I had tears running down my face we were laughing so hard. When we were telling her the story yesterday, she did NOT remember saying that at all and felt terrible, apologizing over and over to my mom. Reassuring her that her soup was not garbage, her throat is just weird. And then she whispered to me, “Have I been rude? I hope I haven’t been rude!” 🥹😂🥰 We’ll be taking everything she says with a grain of salt for a while, and continue to find the humor in the midst of sadness and frustration. Because laughter, truly is…the best medicine.

Thank you so much for all of your thoughts and prayers. Your texts and messages. We truly are so grateful. By the time I finished writing this and ready to hit ‘publish,’ there was already a hiccup and now we aren’t sure if she’ll be home today or tomorrow. Regardless, she WILL be home for Thanksgiving ♥️

Please know that I receive every one of your texts and messages even if I haven’t been able to respond yet or right away. It feels like a very bad dream we’ve been in. I can’t wait to show her, every day if I have to, all of the love, thoughts, and prayers sent along the way.

On another note, Angelo hates social media. You won’t see a trace of him on there. (Except if my sister or I have posted a picture here or there 😉) I’m lucky that I’m one of his favorite humans 😆 because he’s letting me keep these blogs up. But this will most likely be the last blog posted specifically about my sister. He understands that writing is my therapy when something hard or traumatic is happening in this beautiful and messy thing we call…life.

~XOXO