Once you've spent an afternoon making biscuits with a two year old - cooking will never be the same again.....although she found the process, especially tasting the raw dough, much more fun than eating the end results....which I thought were delicious.
This morning the Neuro-physiotherapist comes to do an assessment of Robin's arms and hands. She's young and brusque and even though I tell her about his semantic dementia she continues to talk to him in great technical detail which I have to translate. But she's thorough and professional and helpful. I warm to her, she won't put up with any resistance from Robin - gives him some exercises and will come back with more aids - like a bed handle to help him get out of bed. She also says she'll set up some regular physiotherapy with her at the hospital especially to strengthen his shoulders and keep his hands from stiffening.
Finally feels like someone is taking him on. Although as she's leaving I ask her what can we expect in neurological cases like his - if his arms don't get better will they just get worse and worse or stay the same? Of course she doesn't know and says to ask the consultant when we see him at the end of April. I'm not sure he'll know either.
It's just me wanting certainty where there isn't any....waiting in the dark again.
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