Apr 19
2 min read
My mom had a stroke part 34: Hope feels dangerous.
They’ve shuffled my mom around, room to room, up one hall and down the other. Over the weekend she was in one of the beds we’d wanted for her from the start, with a sturdy wooden divider and a view of the woods.
But the nurse was concerned she was too far from the nurse’s station, and the respiratory therapists would have a hard time hearing her alarm if the ventilator went…
