Hi and Happy New Year to you all.
I've not posted for a while, so an update on Mum's progress (or decline really).
At the moment she is loaded with the cold and is now on antibiotics (Dad struggled to get an appointment over the holiday).
Christmas at my Aunts was quite sad as Mum really didn't seem to know where she was. Speech wise, there is very little since she got this cold (actually it's more a chest infection). She coughs loads but doesn't seem to realise she should cough 'it' up. Dad is getting continual 'mmhmm, mmhmm' all the time (even when she's asleep). Also the word 'too' (or 2 or to...who knows!) She points at things and just repeadedly says too, too, mmhmm, mmhmm.
Anyway, I'll get to the point, this drastic decline has only happened in the last 3 weeks. I'm hoping that once the antibiotics kick in, maybe we'll get a little more out of her and she will be a little more aware. I wondered what people thought, or am I clinging to a false hope?
I'm trying to prepare myself, but trying to be a wee bit positive in the hope that this isn't us about to hit a really nasty bit (which I know will come, but would rather it was later than sooner).
Oh, forgot to mention, she's not eating either, Dad is having to try to feed her in order to get her to take a little soup/sandwich. Even choccies are out of the question (and Mum, like most other women does have a chocolate vice!!)
I've treated Christmas/New Year as pretty much regular days as I don't want 'the time of year' affect how I'm feeling as to be honest I'm feeling pretty awful about this.
I don't half feel ridiculous that at 37 years old I could run into the street shouting 'I want my Mum'.
On a funnier note, poor Dad, prior to Christmas he'd been trying to get Mum interested in the Christmas cards and gave her them to open. Unfortunately she took to reading the envelopes, ripping the cards in half and putting them in the bin. Poor Dad was in the middle of writing his cards when I phoned and he took the call in the other room.....yep, you've guessed it, Mum sat and happily opened all his freshly written cards, ripped the cards in half, binned them and kept a nice neat pile of envelopes for him.....sometimes if we didn't laugh, the tears would never stop!!
Mandy
xx
I've not posted for a while, so an update on Mum's progress (or decline really).
At the moment she is loaded with the cold and is now on antibiotics (Dad struggled to get an appointment over the holiday).
Christmas at my Aunts was quite sad as Mum really didn't seem to know where she was. Speech wise, there is very little since she got this cold (actually it's more a chest infection). She coughs loads but doesn't seem to realise she should cough 'it' up. Dad is getting continual 'mmhmm, mmhmm' all the time (even when she's asleep). Also the word 'too' (or 2 or to...who knows!) She points at things and just repeadedly says too, too, mmhmm, mmhmm.
Anyway, I'll get to the point, this drastic decline has only happened in the last 3 weeks. I'm hoping that once the antibiotics kick in, maybe we'll get a little more out of her and she will be a little more aware. I wondered what people thought, or am I clinging to a false hope?
I'm trying to prepare myself, but trying to be a wee bit positive in the hope that this isn't us about to hit a really nasty bit (which I know will come, but would rather it was later than sooner).
Oh, forgot to mention, she's not eating either, Dad is having to try to feed her in order to get her to take a little soup/sandwich. Even choccies are out of the question (and Mum, like most other women does have a chocolate vice!!)
I've treated Christmas/New Year as pretty much regular days as I don't want 'the time of year' affect how I'm feeling as to be honest I'm feeling pretty awful about this.
I don't half feel ridiculous that at 37 years old I could run into the street shouting 'I want my Mum'.
On a funnier note, poor Dad, prior to Christmas he'd been trying to get Mum interested in the Christmas cards and gave her them to open. Unfortunately she took to reading the envelopes, ripping the cards in half and putting them in the bin. Poor Dad was in the middle of writing his cards when I phoned and he took the call in the other room.....yep, you've guessed it, Mum sat and happily opened all his freshly written cards, ripped the cards in half, binned them and kept a nice neat pile of envelopes for him.....sometimes if we didn't laugh, the tears would never stop!!
Mandy
xx