We stopped in at the rehab facility where husband’s Aunt is doing physical therapy after her latest fall. She cracked the same hip she broke in 2001. She’s ninety-seven now and too old for surgery, so they’re doing rehab and letting nature heal the hip.
She’s been at the facility for about four weeks now. It’s brand new, clean and she has her own room, so it’s light years ahead of the place she was in a couple years ago after surgery. She seems content here and is in less of a hurry to go home, knowing that she’ll get more therapy here than she will with a home visiting therapist a couple of times a week. She can’t walk without help yet, so that is her main goal.
She was very spirited tonight, talkative, fully engaged. Other than the walking thing she’s back 100%. She is amazing. She talked about the rehab facilities, saying they have a machine for everything, and she particularly likes riding the bike. Really. Riding the bike? She says it’s just like going to the gym and working out. Not that I can imagine Aunt V actually going to a gym and working out. But still….amazing.
So we shall see where all this leads. At the beginning I really didn’t think she’d be going home. Statistically cracking a hip at 97 is not a good thing. But once again she has proven me wrong. You’d think I’d learn to never underestimate her.
The photo above is from a couple of years ago. She’d kill me if I took a picture of her right now as she hasn’t been able to do her hair. The picture below is from her 97th birthday last September.