Monthly Archives: May 2011
It makes my heart shrivel, a little, to think of moving Mom again. I have thought about WHY I am feeling this way, and it appears that it is mostly because I fear a (non-existant) committee reviewing this decision and … Continue reading
Yes. Again and again, I must grieve the next step Mom takes away from us. Now we must make another move at Bickford–this time to the memory care area, known as Mary B’s [Bickford] in honor of the mother for … Continue reading
People ask me how Mom is, and I usually say, “OK.” That is, she’s hasn’t broken a hip, and she doesn’t have pneumonia or anything, but she’s worse, actually. We’re at another turning point in her decline, and my sister … Continue reading
I had to go out to Bickford today because I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to bring exam gloves and diaper ointment. I had both in the house, and went out. The aide, R., looked down-hearted; Mom was refusing … Continue reading
Mom: “Well the oblavravo war has arrived.” Me: ??????? Mom: [after a pause] “I don’t understand that, either.” Us: Laughter. Not a bad day, when we can laugh together.
When I went to Bickford today, I was greeted by a staff member who reported having been told–yep, second hand–that one of our new aides sleeps a lot when with Mom. Also that she parked Mom at a table by … Continue reading