It was Monday, Diwali, nine days after my mother had had an impactful heart attack. She had been immobile and weak for many days but was finally showing strong signs of progress. On this day, she was finally sitting up on her own, showing an active appetite, and engaging in laboured conversation. The trajectory was promising, so much so that an occupational therapist came to her room and assessed her cognitive state as excellent, and we began making plans to structure her rehabilitation at home. (more…)




