Good Morning Company Girls!
Well, it's been a week and a half! The picture above is of my mom and dad, 84 and 85 years old respectively. Physically, my mom is doing okay...she had a heart attack a year ago, but other than that, not bad. Her biggest difficulty is that she's in the early stages of dementia....although, if this is 'early' then there are days that I shudder to think of how bad it's going to get. My dad's physical health is quite fragile. He's been a diabetic for a number of years, which caused his kidneys to deteriorate and he now has dialysis, three times a week. A year and a half ago he was diagnosed with ulcerated colitis, which often leaves him house bound because of the severe side effects. They aren't able to get out to church anymore, which they miss terribly. My dad's mind is pretty good still....so he has to do the thinking for both of them...he's exhausted. We are trying to convince them that a retirement home would make their lives a lot easier...dad is ready, but because of mom's muddled brain, she is not.
Normally, my sister and her husband..they are both retired....do a lot of the driving to and from appointments and being another set of eyes and ears as the doctor speaks.....since I still have 4 teens at home, that I still have to ferry around to appointments, it's a little more difficult for me to do it. This past week and half, my sister and husband have been away ..on a cruise....they return the middle of next week, so my youngest brother and I have picked up the mantle of responsibility...and what a big one it is! I have tried to help with mom and dad regularly...if sister was not able to.....and sister and I are constantly communicating about what to do with them but I will admit that with her gone, this responsibility is a heavy one. My sister is very meticulous with detail and has one of those minds that can take everything in, calculate it, file it and retrieve it, at will. My mind...not so much....I find myself straining to remember everything....wanting to cry out...oh no..I'm not going to remember all this...good grief...I can't do this job! It's much easier when sister is here because then I can relax because I know she's handling it...but when the responsibility is yours!..well! ....it's very intimidating.
This week both mom and dad had some major tests that they had to go to....on Wednesday my dad had a bone marrow test done...fortunately, my brother was able to go with him...I had an orthodontist appointment with Megan...plus, I wouldn't have the muscles to help dad if he physically required it...so that was wonderful...I was so grateful that he was there...and then yesterday both brother and I took them to the hospital because mom had to have an angiogram done. For the past week she's thought each day that she had to go for this...it's been difficult on everyone,..especially my dad. I stayed with her while the test was being done and brother took my dad across the street, to an eye specialist appointment (he also has glaucoma). I was ever so glad that brother was there because by the time dad got over there he was exhausted and when the appointment was done, brother had to go and get the car to transport him back across the street....my dad uses a walker....not a wheel chair.
Mom came through the angiogram with flying colours..we were relieved that they didn't have to do an angioplasty, like they had feared...so she was able to come home...after she had lain for 3 hours flat on her back, and then another hour of sitting up. We got to the hospital just before ten in the morning and left, just around 6 p.m.,........a very long day...for all of us.
So...I know this post has been a little draggy..but....it's a good reminder of what the elderly are going through every day...some, unfortunately don't have sons or daughters to step in and help..they struggle..on their own...I'm not sure how.....it's a reminder that we need to be grateful for other people when they are willing to step up to the plate...I know that I've expressed to my sister and her hubby just how much I appreciate what they do since my involvement is limited and I was also so very grateful for my youngest brother who was there to help so much this week...couldn't have got through without him, that's for sure. It's not fun getting old...and it's sure not for sissies!