Bittersweet Anniversary

We are getting very close to that time with my Mom. She cannot get up or walk without assistance now. It is getting to the point where I have to feed her sometimes as well. During the appt with the neurologist this week Mom failed all the cognitive tests and they told me that nothing more can be done. I understand your pain and anguish very well. You did what you could as long as you could. That is what I am doing as well. God bless you and your wife.
 
As painful as the day has been, remember to be happy that you can still go visit her, talk to her, reminisce with her and be with her. Too many of us can no longer do that with our wives.

Exactly; and if she doesn't recognize you please don't take it personal. It's not her fault.

On any given day when I called or visited my Step-Mom I might be her brother (Deceased), my father, or pretty much anyone she thought she was talking to. My wife went with on one trip with me (327 miles - two states away ) and when we got back in the car she asked if I realized that she did not recognize me. Of course I did but I was there for her not me so I would be anyone she thought I was. If it made her happy it was OK.
 
Exactly; and if she doesn't recognize you please don't take it personal. It's not her fault.

On any given day when I called or visited my Step-Mom I might be her brother (Deceased), my father, or pretty much anyone she thought she was talking to. My wife went with on one trip with me (327 miles - two states away ) and when we got back in the car she asked if I realized that she did not recognize me. Of course I did but I was there for her not me so I would be anyone she thought I was. If it made her happy it was OK.

Ameridaddy, you will have to be prepared for anything of this nature. My aunt ended up forgetting that her parents had died, and that she lived in the house that was 4 blocks from me. She didn't forget who I was (she had known me for about 65 years since I was a little boy) but would ask me to take her home, which she thought was the house where she grew up in Punxsutawney. All I could do was remind her that she was in her home. When she would ask how my deceased parents were I just said, "They're about the same," which I could say knowing it was the absolute truth. I really felt bad for my uncle and cousins seeing what was happening to my aunt.
 
After I could no longer care for my Mom properly I had to do this. Broke my heart. She's been gone 7 years now. You did good.
 

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