A Conversation With Bob

Me: Today, we go to Pain Management. The transport will be here at 12:30.

Bob (looks at his watch): OK

Me: Last time, Stephanie said she would ask the doctor if he would increase your medication. Or if not, if there was a different medication you could try.

Bob: Right.

Me: But I need to know, would you want to change your medication?

Bob (touches his shoulder): The problem is here. (Touches his forearm) Not here.

Me: The doctor said the Botox shots in your arm were supposed to help your shoulder. I know it isn't working. We'll talk about that, too.

Bob: OK

Me: But I need to know, do you want to change your medication or just stay with the one you got?

Bob: I don't know.

Me: I don't know either. I'd hate to switch to something less effective. Though, maybe something else would work better.

Bob: You decide.

Me: OK. I guess I'll just see what she says. Play it by ear.

Bob: Exactly.

Me: Do you need to shave before we go?

Bob (feels his chin): Yes, shave.

Me: OK...   Do you know what?

Bob: What?

Me: We just had a conversation. A real conversation!

Bob: I know.

Me: Wow. That was nice. And I understood everything you said!

Bob: Yes, that was nice.

Me: You know what? I sure do like talking to you!

Bob: I like talking to you, too!


I know, this rather dull conversation might not seem a big deal to some people, but that was the first real conversation we have had since the stroke. By that, I mean, that Bob responded to everything I said and I could understand him perfectly. He did not hesitate nor did he fumble for words and every response was appropriate. I tell you, I am just thrilled! He's come a long way, baby!