Saturday, November 17, 2007

Mom's sense of time is totally gone. Sure, we mark off days on the calendar and circle important dates, but that no longer seems to help. She is aware that we are having lots of people for Thanksgiving. Tonight was the night she thought they were coming. Even though I tell her they are not coming until Tuesday, she thinks each day is the day. When they don't show up it is like she feels betrayed. She says that she knew they weren't going to show up. And she gets confused about who is whom. I'm not sure what to expect from here once they all get here. My sister isn't sure that they are prepared for Mom no longer being Mom. She's different. She looks the same but she's not the same. AD has robbed us of our Mom. But I think that once they are here she will realize who they are and will be so happy to see them. Damn this disease.

Today we received a certified letter from Mom's clinic. It was time for her mammogram back in September. I dropped the ball, mostly because if they do find something, what are we going to do? Can she withstand the treatment? She can barely withstand the mammogram. I talked this over with my sister and we came to the conclusion that I should make the appointment so I will.

5 comments:

cornbread hell said...

i found your blog through annie's. sounds like your mom and mine have a lot in common. maybe kinda at the same stage.
my best to you both,
rick

nancy said...

i just hope there won't be too much excitement and commotion when everyone arrives robyn. you might want to think about what you will do, take mom and maybe 1 other person into another room if it gets too overwhelming for her with everyone talking? i had to do that last year with my dad. it worked out well. he was so glad and happy to see everyone but the one on one worked better some of the time than multiple conversations going on at once in the same room.

rilera said...

Hi Rick! Nice to 'meet' you!

Nancy, my aunt has Parkinsons so I think they both will have problems with a full house. Luckily, Mom's den should be the perfect place for both of them to get away from the confusion. I just hope my aunt and uncle do OK driving from Detroit to Minneapolis.

~Betsy said...

The holidays were always hard for my mom, especially after my dad died. I also found that keeping things short and sweet were the best. Once my mom's addition was finished, she actually took refuge in there from the hustle and bustle.

nancy said...

glad to hear you have a backup plan already! it's so hard.....