[Ghoulish Delight]

Hey all, thanks for the thoughts and prayers.

I can't even begin to catlog the emotions I've been going through. I've just talked to my mom, and he continues to improve. They've done an MRI and confirmed that it was a clot stroke (as opposed to a bleeding stroke, which is good) near the vision center of the brain (his vision has been blurry). Still awaiting tests to determine where the clot came from (heart, carotid artery, or within the brain), which will determine future course of action. Meanwhile, he's walking now, even taking stairs, so that's great news. Still having some memory issues, but some of the small stuff he was having trouble with yesterday is back.

And speaking of those little memory gaps, under the heading of finding humor in anything, one of the questions he couldn't answer (I presume it was part of the standard, "What day is it?" questioning) was, "Who is our current President?" So later, when we were visiting and he reported that het thought his vision was a little better, my mom decided to see if his memory was improving as well. So she asked, "Do you unfotunately remember the President's name?" He thought about for a little bit, and, clearly struggling, finally says, "Nincompoop. Dorkbutt." We declared him cured. (He's rememberd today, btw).