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TAKING CARE OF EACH OTHER

February 3, 2013

As I am still struggling with my own health issues, and trying to deal with the limitations of still not having a voice, my mom is seemingly improving.  She is doing much better than I would have ever imagined possible at this point in time.  Seeing her in this good place is helping me to cope with my own problems. Her good spirits helps to make this part of our ride, so much more bearable.

In the middle of December mom seemed to be slipping away.  Our priest was called to do an anointing of the sick; hospice was called to oversee her care. She was not talking and interacting with us, she was nearly lifeless,  she was moved to a private room for her own comfort and privacy as well as ours.  What little bit of food she was eventually encouraged to eat,  was pureed.  She began to tell us that her parents and other family members were there with her. She could see them at the foot  of her bed, waiting for her…….then a few weeks later; she let us know that she was not quite ready to go yet.

Mom was totally disconnected from her surroundings, she was in her own world, not communicating or participating in my world.

Mom was totally disconnected from her surroundings, she was in her own world, not communicating or participating in my world.

Soon, Mom began to sit up for longer  periods of time, she started talking and laughing.  She told funny stories, not that we could really understand what the stories were about, but she certainly did think that they were funny!  So I laughed right along with her!

In the dining room, she began to notice that her food was different from the other resident’s sitting at her table.  As staff and family members attempted to feed her the pureed food, her hand was reaching over to steal food off another resident’s plate!  So semi solid and soft finger food has been reintroduced to her.  The staff keeps double meals prepared for her.  She has both the solid and the pureed food on hand, to be sure that she can eat, no matter what she feels like eating at that meal.  She has a ferocious appetite; she often eats all of both meals!

Mom is telling me a funny story.  One that only she understands, but we both find it very funny.  "That's right."  is her favorite line.

Mom is telling me a funny story. One that only she understands, but we both find it very funny. “That’s right.” is her favorite line.

It is quite clear that I have chosen the perfect name for my story……

”The Alzheimer’s Roller Coaster.”

Our ride is still lots of ups and downs, and we are full of amazement, wonder and joy!   Right now we can laugh, relax a little bit, take a deep cleansing breath and enjoy the ride…..at least for the moment.

4 Comments
  1. I am grateful that you share your ride. I gather strength for my own. 🙂 God bless you and your mother, dear friend.

  2. Dani permalink

    She’s weraing glasses, again?!?!

    • Sometimes, but not always. As with everything else, that depends on her mood. It tmakes me happy when she does wear them, looks like the mom that I know when she does!

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