Nothing clears the mind like fishing. Last nights short trip to Back Bay was so enjoyable that as soon as Mom declared we were sleeping in before returning to the hospital today my brother-in-law Don and I loaded the canoe on Dads truck so that at the crack of dawn we could be casting poppers on Lower Beach Pond in Tuftonboro, New Hampshire. It turned out to be a great idea. We only fished till about 9 but we mustered up a handful of nice bass including this largemouth.
Like every day since Dads surgery, we got to the hospital with high hopes of improvement but were badly disappointed. However, there were a couple moments where he said a few words. The words were rarely to do with anything but it’s a start. He’s incredibly confused and struggling with his speech – common with Parkinson patients after brain surgery. What concerns us the most is he constantly leans to his left and has yet to open his eyes more than a sliver. The one piece of good news is that Dads brain surgeon came to see him today. He spent a few minutes and although he too is disappointed with Dads progress, he still feels like everything will be fine.
Tommorrow the rehab folks and physical therapists are planning to meet with us and form a plan to get Dads recovery moving faster.