With both legs and feet - so far anyway. A few of the toes on his right foot are goners, but there seems to be no pressing need to deal with them. The hospital care worker and rehab doctor seem very sanguine about the prospect of discharging my father. I do not share their equanimity, but I do share their optimism.
The hard part is now to come. How to remain steadfast in my committment to preserve time and space, especially mental space for me - and my work - however silly it may seem to others, and especially to my father. He expressed such confidence that he doesn’t foresee the need for any extra home help workers - because he has me.
Aha. Well. Yes. And No. Unlike my mother, I don’t anticipate any excessive sturm and drang in trying to balance what my father’s needs may be, with what I need to do. He is the ultimate scientist - always reasonable when presented with adequate and accurate data to make decisions.
In the immediate short term I am not too worried. It is the longer term that has the more expensive emotional consequences.
