When enjoying lunch or dinner, in the back of my mind, I know that Robert could have a seizure while he eats or while walking to the dining room table or while praying (he went through a phase where that happened frequently).
The family laughs and talks and Robert
enthusiastically tells us the food is delicious (no matter what we are eating)
but in the back of my mind (and that of my family) is that Robert could have a
seizure at any time. That thought is
When Robert slowly moves from room to room with his walker,
I hover to be sure he makes it to his destination without incident. (A caregiving mom I know describes herself as
her son’s “shadow” because she does the same thing).
Seizures come without warning so we have to be on our toes.
After one dinner earlier this summer, Robert had a seizure and
while I popped up to get the seizure log, Daughter held on to his plate since Robert seemed to
have a death grip on it and we were afraid the plate and it’s yummy contents
(no doubt a cheeseburger and fries), would end up on the floor. (I’ve told you he likes food, right?).
After another dinner earlier this summer, I encouraged
Robert to spend some time outside. It
was a beautiful day which we couldn’t pass up.
Robert negotiated his way through the sliding glass door and sat to do
his word search puzzle while Daughter and I took turns taking pictures of the
three dogs (one was a loaner) roaming around the backyard.
Ahh, so peaceful.
It was time for Robert to get ready for bed so Daughter took
the dogs in the house and Robert finished the puzzle he was working on and we
stood to go inside.
As I walked in front of Robert to open the back door, I
glanced over to see Robert starting his familiar slump over his walker.
I jumped over behind him so he wouldn’t fall and thought the
seizure was over so let up a bit. He immediately slumped even further and his
legs gave out.
I’m only 5’ 2” (okay, 5’ 1 ¾”) but have been able to catch
Robert before, especially when I have time to position myself for his weight
(it’s all in the legs, people). I called
for help (just in case) and Hubby and Daughter appeared on the patio in record
time (they keep on their toes, too, apparently).
Before they were able to help, I had gently laid Robert down
most of the way to the cement but he ended up with a scrape on his elbow and
palm. It was a harder landing than I had
planned for but much better than it could have been. Once Robert was awake again, he was wobbly on
his feet but with the assistance of Daughter and Hubby, managed to get inside
the house and start his bedtime routine.
A Band-Aid and little bit of Neosporin later and his elbow
was as good as new.
Robert's scrape has long since healed but having a seizure while on the patio is just part of what might happen during a beautiful summer evening. Enjoying the sunshine and the dogs and
time with family cannot be undone by also having to be on our toes.