William J. Foelker 9.11.22 - 3.25.12

It has been awhile since I last posted.  I have meant to add a picture and a little story here and there, but somehow the days just slip away.  And really that is too bad because this whole Blog Business for me is suppose to capture events and happenings in our lives...putting the memories to words so that I can go back later and read and recapture the thoughts and pictures in my head.

In January we picked up our Dad's and took them to Ellie's basketball game...I snapped a shot of them with Joan, Ellie's other Grandma (Nana!)

A couple of weeks back Scott and I picked up his dad and my dad and we drove to Canby High School to watch Ellie play club volleyball.  Dina had set up two folding chairs for them and the minute Papa Bill sat in his chair, Lily was beside him holding his hand and his other arm was wrapped around her...that little girl just knows how to love....and then when Papa Bill needed to go to the bathroom, Lily ran over and took his hand and walked him across the gym, leading the way....and when they returned she was again holding his hand, giving him support and strength and it was such a beautiful site to see.

Afterwards we all went to dinner...there were 14 of us...we had hamburgers and they were the slipperiest hamburgers Bill had ever eaten...from there we went to the Yogurt Shack to sing Happy Birthday to all the February and March birthday people...Let's see that would be Dina,Scott, me, Jamie, and Aaron...and my dad made a cake, so we all had a piece of cake and some yogurt!  Great memories.

And the last few winters I have been able to get away for a long weekend and visit my BFF up in Maple Valley Washington.  We have been friends for 55 years and we still like each other and we love to make cards...so I spent 6 days with her and it rejuvenated my soul...I will share some health stories later, but for now the one thing weighing heavy on my heart is what I will write about now.

As you can see from the dates in the title, our dear Father, Father-in-law, Grandpa and finally "Papa Bill" to the 6 great grandchildren passed away on this Sunday afternoon.  We are sad, he touched our lives so profoundly that his absence is going to be felt in all of us.  Where once there was a big loving, generous human being, now only a HUGE void that will never be filled.

Tuesday, March 20 started out quite normally for Bill, he decided to drive to the local Safeway store where they have a Starbucks...he has acquired quite a taste for that treat, but first he walks around the parking lot and is so proud to say he walked it three times.  Then he gets his coffee!  This Tuesday, he said he was not paying attention to where he was going and he accidentally "grazed" (his words) the bumper of a parked car.  that little bump put him off balance and he fell, right on his right leg.  Two kind people helped pick him up and helped him walk to his car.  He sat in his car and started it to get warm.  Soon the manager, who was told of the incident by the person who helped Bill back to his car, came to Bill and asked if there was anything he could do for him.  And this is totally Bill:  "Yes, I would like a Grande Coffee Mocha"!  And the manager obliged him!  We laughed when he told us that story.

Bill then drove himself home, got out of the car, into the house and called his son John to tell him about his fall.  John went right over and ended up staying the whole day and the night with his dad.  He had to fuss with him to get him comfortable on the couch, and to help him go to the bathroom without having to get up, and to get him food...John is the ultimate caregiver...Robin called us that night around 10 pm to tell us of the fall and to relay that Bill thought it was a pulled muscle in his groin. 

The next morning Scott goes over to get Bill to take him to the doctors.  It is apparent in watching Bill walk that it is more than a pulled muscle.  He down plays the pain and discomfort when Scott and the doctor want him to have an Xray...oh, he can put it off one day...but that wasn't going to happen with "Dr. Scott" in charge!  So off  they went to the ER.  Bill had broken his femur, the doctor said he doesn't know of too many people who break their leg and continue walking on it...and maybe that is why the top was broken off...So Bill had surgery about 6:30 PM Wednesday night. The whole surgery took 45 minutes and went off without a hitch...he had good tissue and everything looked great.  He had two new balls that were very strong and would give him good stability.

We saw him after the surgery and talked to him before he fell to sleep.  We went back the next morning and he was going to see the PT person and get up and walk.  He was in very good spirits...well, all except for one person...Rebecca was the OT....he guessed she was 29 and he was correct, he guessed she was from Chicago and he again was correct.  She had him sit on a chair and was just talking to him.  He told her he was cold, could she please put a blanket around his shoulders.  She basically said NO, I need to ask these questions and do things my way.  Again, Bill tells her that he is really cold and could use a blanket while he sits and talks to her.  She doesn't budge and then he says something to her about being from Chicago, he can tell, because they are political and only do things "their way or the highway"...then he told her that HE pays her wages, she works for him and she needs to get him a blanket.  Well, as you can imagine those words did not set well with this young inexperienced OT with the likes of Bill Foelker.  He asked to see her supervisor!!  She did finally get a blanket for him, but she never did return to his room!!

As he shared this story with us we could tell he was quite agitated and disturbed, but the old Bill was NOT going to let a pushy "my way or the highway" person get the best of him...he is still in control of his mind and what he wants too!

Thursday was a good day, with the exception of OT he had a positive attitude and enjoyed a visit with Lacey and her three children and a special gift from them:  A Grande Coffee Mocha!!  But by later in the evening he needed to go to the bathroom, but was having trouble going, during the night he seemed to have to go every hour and if he didn't get up to go, he was trying to pee in a jug and missing and soiling the bed several times...that caused him some anxiety and he could NOT relax all day long.  He would sleep maybe 5 minutes, then awaken and have to be moving, adjusting pillows, feet, the bed, up, down, and thankfully John was at his side the whole day.  In fact Bill was so beside himself he asked John to please stay the night with him.  I think they finally gave him something to either sleep or calm him down and once he was in a deep sleep around midnight John slipped home to get his own good nights sleep.  Friday was a little better, they actually had to catheterize him but then he got a "belly ache"...he was getting constipated and not feeling good about it at all...

The plan was to send Bill to a rehab on Saturday, but until he had a bowel movement they would not release him.  They did everything they could to assist in that area and nothing was working.  Sunday morning shows up and at 7 am he finally had a movement and the transportation vehicle was scheduled for pick up at 3 pm to take him to a rehab facility.  Scott and I stayed home and John and Robin headed over to the hospital and were going to call us when they left so we could meet at the facility.  But around 1:30 John calls and says his dad is having some low blood pressure and he felt faint when he went to use the bathroom, so the hospital does not want to release him this day until they get his blood pressure under control.  John just pulls into the parking lot and the doctor calls him, it is serious and he needs the family to make some decisions.  The directive was for no heroic measures...Robin calls me while John is talking to the doctor.  I tell Scott we need to leave right now...as I am finishing up a pot of soup, Scott gets a call from the doctor. They talk for about 10 minutes...what is heroic?  what is NOT heroic?  It was finally decided that Bill could be brought up to ICU and they could figure out what is going on with his blood pressure and have closer supervision...so we wrap up our chicken noodle soup I had made and we get in the car.  Robin calls us at 2:32 pm to tell us that they  are now heading up to ICU, I tell her we are on the road....2:35 pm Robin calls again and tells us that Bill is gone.

I will write more tomorrow.