My husband is being cared for in a private care home. He is the only patient currently. The home is a split foyer (meaning you enter halfway between floors. The back door is up a full flight of stairs. In the fall I was able to get him out to see the beautifully colored leaves. I took him to his financial advisor to have his "signature" witnessed. My plan has been to take him out on Christmas Eve to see all the lights that are displayed in the different neighborhoods.
Today the caregiver said the hospice nurse has nixed this foray into the real world. We are so disappointed to have to let this plan go. My husband's walking is never good - but he has what we call good days and bad days. Lately he has had nothing but bad days. His gait freezes up and he can't move forward at all even though he always uses a walker (that's what we call it in the US). On bad days, he has to revert to the wheelchair to get to the bathroom.
So now our Christmas will consist of me reading Luke 2:1-20, singing a carol or two, and me opening his presents and showing him what "he bought for me." He's on a JPEG tube so he doesn't even get to have any Christmas cookies, fruitcake or wassail (what is "figgy pudding?").
Did I tell you that he can sing along with his music therapist? It is amazing! He can't talk but he can sing. The therapist told me that a different part of the brain is responsible for singing than the one for talking. I wish I could get him to sing answers to my questions. Than I could know what he is thinking all day long.
Hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas and may God's light shine on you all during the holidays and all the days of the New Year.