I haven't been active at TP for some months.
I had personal difficulties of my own, having lost a longtime friend to a horrible death, trying to get over the shock and grieving.
My mom, who has had a mix of vascular dementia and a bit of Alzs for four years, has been living at a great NH for 14 months now; she well cared for safe, well fed and in better health and spirits. But the disease keeps progressing. By an unfortunate quirk, the illness seems to take a turn for the worse during each new spring season.
Some months ago, I started to feel at loss during our telephone conversations, as she spoke less than before; she kept wanting to get off the phone as fast as possible. Speaking of the past helped, perking her up a bit; I always took time to tell her how much we love her, how nice and pretty she is, how important she is to us. Once in the middle of our conversation, she forgot who I was and called me madam.
The head carer told me that it was hard for her on the phone, as she's not seing the person and gets confused fast. She said that in contacts person to person, she's more alert and able to express herself, remembers everybody. Unfortunately, I live 1,200 kilometers away and can only manage a yearly visit, sometimes two.
Some weeks ago her sister (my aunt) and my cousin came from the US and we had a great meeting. I related this to mama and I was amazed at how she almost sounded her old self - her voice and her mind were more alert.
Since this conversation I haven't been able to get her on the phone - she doesn't pick up.
This disease makes me realise that when I think something is difficult, worse is waiting to happen.
Since she became ill, I've been grateful for each time that I managed to speak with her on the phone, knowing that this wouldn't last forever. Now I fear that the time is fast approaching that we won't have this anymore and it breaks my heart, as it's the only contact that we had, being so far away from each other.
However I anticipated this, I feel that I'll never be prepared for that break. How will she know that I love her? I'm missing the sound of her dear voice.
The people at the NH know her well and willingly give me details of how it is going for her, I know that she's safe there, but it's not the same.
It's heartbreaking.
I had personal difficulties of my own, having lost a longtime friend to a horrible death, trying to get over the shock and grieving.
My mom, who has had a mix of vascular dementia and a bit of Alzs for four years, has been living at a great NH for 14 months now; she well cared for safe, well fed and in better health and spirits. But the disease keeps progressing. By an unfortunate quirk, the illness seems to take a turn for the worse during each new spring season.
Some months ago, I started to feel at loss during our telephone conversations, as she spoke less than before; she kept wanting to get off the phone as fast as possible. Speaking of the past helped, perking her up a bit; I always took time to tell her how much we love her, how nice and pretty she is, how important she is to us. Once in the middle of our conversation, she forgot who I was and called me madam.
The head carer told me that it was hard for her on the phone, as she's not seing the person and gets confused fast. She said that in contacts person to person, she's more alert and able to express herself, remembers everybody. Unfortunately, I live 1,200 kilometers away and can only manage a yearly visit, sometimes two.
Some weeks ago her sister (my aunt) and my cousin came from the US and we had a great meeting. I related this to mama and I was amazed at how she almost sounded her old self - her voice and her mind were more alert.
Since this conversation I haven't been able to get her on the phone - she doesn't pick up.
This disease makes me realise that when I think something is difficult, worse is waiting to happen.
Since she became ill, I've been grateful for each time that I managed to speak with her on the phone, knowing that this wouldn't last forever. Now I fear that the time is fast approaching that we won't have this anymore and it breaks my heart, as it's the only contact that we had, being so far away from each other.
However I anticipated this, I feel that I'll never be prepared for that break. How will she know that I love her? I'm missing the sound of her dear voice.
The people at the NH know her well and willingly give me details of how it is going for her, I know that she's safe there, but it's not the same.
It's heartbreaking.