Mike came up with his PEMF mat again this morning. I’ve been asked a lot of questions about it, and I can’t explain exactly how it works but it does seem to be helping Vernon get more comfortable. I understand a little about the frequencies and cellular oxygenation, but truthfully, I don’t care yet how it works, so long as its working. I can’t know how long it will make a difference, but its pretty clear that after being on it, Vernon becomes more settled and comfortable, which is especially good on Dialysis days, when he has to sit his skinny bones on that horrible chair for two hours
Vernon did call it the “Magic Mat” later in the day. And he seemed to be a different guy after his treatment than he was before. Fussing, fighting, and shouting turned to chilled, alert, and ready for the day.
My mother, who sat with Vernon this afternoon, wrote me this message afterward:
“This was my best visit so far. Vernon was pleasant, alert, interactive the entire time…no trying to get out of the chair, no anger or frustration. I get tearful thinking how much he has improved. It may not be miraculous but it is definitely significant improvement.
Allison, you have accomplished so much through your courageous advocacy and pushing for changes. I am as impressed with and proud of you as I am of Vernon!”
And I love you both,
That was very encouraging. My mom goes at least once a week to sit with him through Dialysis, so she can truly appreciate these changes.
Once again this week, we were blessed by the Logie family, but this time with a different lineup. We got to meet Annie, who also has a wonderful voice and played at least one of her own songs. Again, the kids sang together so well, it was a pleasure to watch them connect as they shared their music. They seem to understand it is a gift to be given to others. They also, due to their upbringing, perhaps, seem very comfortable around the old and disabled. Vernon was captivated— alert, leaning in to the sound, and singing along occasionally.
Terry, ever the Jokester, got ahold of a guitar and played a little ditty of his own.
What I love about this care home environment is that even on days when Vernon isn’t doing well, there is always someone else to try to bring some kindness to. They are such interesting people with diverse histories. I’m always fascinated when I find out something new about one of my friends there. Seriously, you can’t make this stuff up! Their lives may be small now, but they weren’t always. Today, I found out that Terry can play guitar. Someone get that guy a rubber chicken!