Bob's Occupational Therapist has told us that he has "plateaued" and she will not see him anymore. I have been warned about this word, this "plateau", that we might hear it again and again. It means he has gone as far as he can, that he is no longer progressing, that he is---what? Toast? Lord, I hate this word, "plateau". It feels like giving up and I refuse to give up. The OT had been working on his right arm, which is still a dead thing, but....
To give up? So soon?
It seems there is a magic ruler out there. That if a stroke survivor doesn't reach Point A by X time, forget it. I really don't understand.... After all, I remember, in the hospital, when I asked the doctors what to expect, I was always told that "every stroke is different" and "every patient responds differently" but now, because Bob hasn't hit the "magic mark", let's just give up.
I am frustrated. Worn out and worried. This coming week, Bob's certification period is up for Home Health Care. I have no clue what to expect.
In the meantime, I will paste the electrodes on his right arm and run the TENS unit. I will massage his right arm with oil and do the exercises. And I will not give up. Plateau--be damned.