Guess what? I'm still hot...

As you can probably tell by my lack of posts, we are status quo right now.  We're still going crazy on a daily basis but there is nothing new in that.

The only thing that has changed is the weather.  We have transitioned from Mom being comfortable while the rest of us swelter (without air conditioners being turned on)  to Mom freezing while the rest of us swelter (with the heat being cranked up).  Add my hot flashes into the mix and we are all having a lovely time. Care to join us? 

Regularly scheduled insanity...

I know you all are missing my regular updates of the hit daytime drama Just a Moment in Time.  So, while I negotiate my way through a whacky medical system trying to get Mom into the Adult Day Care... I give you your choice of Saturday Night Live skits that represent the latest episodes of this journey.

The Whiners                                           OR                 Debbie Downer

http://bit.ly/SlNkQA                                                      http://youtu.be/yqcrg-ObwnU
                                                                                    

We will soon return to regularly scheduled insanity.









  

No, but thanks...

I like helping people as much as the next person.  But, when my mother sticks her head into my shower and asks, "Is there anything I can help with?" I say that is over the line of normal helptitudism.

Answered prayers...

We received some news today that brings me hope.  I was told of an Adult Day Care in the area that might be able to take Mom for a few hours a week.  So, today Kylie and I stopped by to get some information to see if Mom could be put on the waiting list.  Long story, short... there is no waiting list!  It is a just a matter of getting a referral, going through the evaluation and we are there. 

This place was so kind and accommodating.  They immediately took us on a tour and answered questions.  They have meals, activities, medical personnel on staff, exercise classes, therapy, counseling... They even have pick up and delivery!  They do everything I do and more. I am excited to think of what this means for my family, but I am equally excited for what this can mean for Mom.  I think she will be so happy there.  I literally walked out of there with tears in my eyes.  I am so thankful for this opportunity.

A little peace...

Mom has always enjoyed music.  So, I have been playing different types to see if it calms her.     A CD of Elvis did not, and to be honest I was a little relieved.  John Denver fared a little better. But, tonight Katie asked if she could bring a TV into the living room so that she could play a movie for her Grandma.  Mom was very agitated at the time so I held out little hope that it would make a difference.  Katie picked Snow White because she thought that Mom might find it more familiar than more recent movies.  I was more than a little surprised when Mom settled down and watched it.  She didn't remember seeing it before, but she seemed to enjoy it.  The most surprising  part was that she commented on the quality of the drawings.

I am left wondering whether she was able to follow the story or whether, like the child that she is resembling, the colors and movement were comforting. Nothing was asked of her involvement. Following the story line was not a requirement for enjoyment.  Whatever the reason, I am thankful that she found peace for even an hour.

Welcome to the drama zone...

You know the depth of the love that someone has for you when they ask you to taste their bread to make sure there is no poison in it.  I find that so absurd that it is funny.  Mom then went into her room, laid down on top of her bed and said that after 3 days of no food she ate something and is waiting for it to "take her".  No drama in this house...lol

Four letter word...

I hate that I have to watch what I say but I' need to say it anyway.
I hate that I have to protect other people's feelings by swallowing my own.
I hate that my way of expressing myself hurts people.
I hate that I am the source of anyone's worry when they have enough in their own lives.
I hate that people think I am doing something amazing when I am only doing what I have to do.
I hate that this blog has become so negative while I search for something positive.
I hate that I make this about me while my mother is dying.
I hate that this nasty, four letter word is now familiar to me.
I hate this damn disease for everything that it has taken from us.