The Monday before Christmas, my mom, Nancy Moore, had the first of two back repair surgeries that were to redo or repair shifts and adjustments that had occurred over time to her spine. The first surgery was Tuesday, and it was routine, clean, and she did very well. She had a day to rest, and then Thursday had her second surgery. This one was much more invasive and would require six weeks of intense recovery. Being the unselfish person she is, she scheduled these surgeries over the holiday, trying not to mess up any plans at church with bible study, the quilting classes she teaches, and the many choirs my dad participates in. She didn't want it to inconvenience anyone at all.

 

My mom went home on Christmas day. She began recovery carefully, my dad assisting in every move she made. Together they would get her stronger just as in previous years. Well, things did not go as planned. My mom began showing signs of confusion loss of strength, and her willingness to fight was diminishing. If you know my mom, that is not like her at all. After a 14-hour wait in the emergency room, resulting in never getting seen, a next day ambulance ride, and a team that fought to find the problem, the hospital team, labeled her "septic" with a severe bacterial infection. Emergency surgery was the only option to ensure she would survive. Throw in the mix of this happening during COVID, and you will see why it was so much harder to bear. She was at a hospital that went on lockdown and accepted NO VISITORS that day.

 

 

She did well during emergency surgery, and over time she slowly regained strength and confidence. She spent nine more days in a post-surgery unit learning how to restore function on just about everything. She had days of clarity and days she struggled. She was transferred to a full-time rehab unit within the same hospital and spent another two weeks there as her next step. She worked hard and was determined to come home. My father never left her; he was there every day. He exhausted himself to ensure she was ok.

 

Here's why I have created the GO FUND ME page. Their house is a bit older, and it is not accessible for accommodations that she needs now. Her walker does not fit through the doorway; the tub/shower is unsafe, and the toilet is small and too close to the tub. Many of the medically assisted devices she uses help her, but they have to be majorly adjusted simply because of the size of the bathroom. Taking a shower is a massive challenge for her, and she needs safety bars and a walk-in shower, not a deep tub that she has to struggle to get in and out of.

 

I've had several estimates done to see the cost of a small remodel, and they are way more than my parents, and I can combine can spend to fix this. So many of you have asked, "What can I do to help?" THIS IS WHAT YOU CAN DO! Donate, and let's see if we can get this done for my parents.