Thursday, February 18, 2016

We're Still Here

I know it's been a long time since my last post, but we are still here, my mom and I. It's been a sometimes long and trying past 16 months since I have been here caring for my mother.


We now have a caregiver here through the week and she is an enormous help. I don't know what I would do without her.


I'm still getting used to being a caregiver and my mom is getting (somewhat) used to being a widow. Although as time goes by she is getting further from her understanding of it.  She asks less and less for her husband, but when she does, it's as if he was here a moment ago and just stepped out of the room.

Mom wants to go visit her mother everyday and most recently she wants to visit her dad also. Of course they have both been gone for years. Her dad passed away over sixty years ago.

She's had a couple UTI's in the past 16 months which have made her terribly confused and I have taken her to the doctor several other times thinking she must have another UTI just to be told that it is most likely the progression of her disease.

She is recovering from Bronchitis now, which is her first major illness since I've been here, and the first symptoms she had was major confusion. It's strange how the slightest change in how she feels can cause such an effect on her.

Some days I find it hard to believe that this is my mother who ran her own beauty salon for so many years and was such a social person.

I have learned one thing. Don't disagree with her! If she says she has worked all day, then she has worked all day! It really doesn't do any good to try to explain to her that she is retired. She believes she goes to work all day and that she is the only one who does any work! I was trying to talk her into going to the grocery store with me one day and finally had to tape a note to the front door that said "CLOSED" because she was afraid her customers would come in and no one would be here.

She still has such a good sense of humor and laughs at the smallest of things. Every night when I help her with her pajamas she thinks it is so funny. I wonder if she is thinking "She has no idea what she is doing."  If that's what she's thinking, she doesn't say so. She just laughs.

Some days have been tough for the both of us, but we press on..........