There hasn't been a whole lot of poetry going on around here over this holiday break. As I've commented before, I do best with a set schedule, and that usually means a teaching schedule to "keep me honest" about my writing time. Plus, after the semester is over, we often spend several days catching up on household tasks and lots of days visiting with friends and family. I am learning not to beat myself up over these non-poetry days, and most importantly not to judge my own progress against that of others.
I am content to have seen many family members and friends and am looking forward to seeing a few more on New Year's Eve. I am content to play with the new cats and help them settle in here. I am content to watch endless episodes of Law & Order (the original), which I am streaming while I play endless hands of spider solitaire. My brain was in serious need of mush-time, apparently.
Mostly, I am content to learn that my dad's surgeries are complete and his hardware is now turned on, as of yesterday. By all accounts, the Deep Brain Stimulation therapy is a modern miracle. My mother described watching my dad's body "loosen up" by degree as the doctor activated and adjusted the signal now being provided to his brain by electricity rather than by dopamine. The biggest amazement, apparently, was when they had him write his name before activation (a nearly illegible scrawl) and after activation (almost back to his pre-Parkinson's, legible, handwriting). Dad was even able to snap his coat and buckle his seat belt without assistance. This may not seem like much, but for us, it is a miracle. Now, he begins the long journey to lowering the meds which have caused such lethargy & some confusion. We are hopeful, hopeful, hopeful. Here is an image of what's inside my father now.
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Still blown away by this. Lots to process.
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