I am taking the queen by her command to a 'Christmas party' at the rehabilitation facility where she ensconced for five weeks earlier this year.  It was five weeks because that was all the insurance companies will permit. This is where she was taught to care for herself and get around despite the paralysis and to speak more clearly again despite the aphasia. 

It is also where the caregivers are trained in the ways to care for their loved ones while they recover, or not.  They do remarkable work at this location and the employees are very dedicated. 

Since she cannot drive herself, I must honor my personal pledge to take her anywhere she wishes without grumbling. Except for lady clothing stores unless there is a Home Depot next door.

Test results this week were better than expected although a follow up in two months is necessary on the usual 'area of interest' on which there is some differing opinions. It is always something with this kind of illness that can be managed but not cured. As my old teacher and much later my son's godfather used to say, starość nie radość—  old age is no joke.

But all in all this was a very good year, after a particularly rough start.

Tender mercies. Always, the tender mercies, like candles in the darkness.

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