13 MARCH 2015
13 MARCH 2015
“In hospitals, we see them everywhere. Senior doctors in white coats–males and females–with trainees in tow. We see them marching up and down the shiny tiled halls of our medical facilities. They barely have time to talk to you as they rush in and out of hospital rooms with plastic clipboards and pens in hand. Are these people potentially “medical terminators” waiting to pass judgment on our loved one’s life expectancy? Once before, I’ve had them threaten me to take away my mom. Are they part of some secret “death panel”?
The month is early May. It’s 1:00 pm in the afternoon. Outside is nice and moderate with a gentle cool breeze in the air. I’m sitting in one of those plastic green lawn chairs on my front porch filling in crossword puzzles. On our block on the westside of town, it can get awfully peaceful and quiet. No screaming kids. No “hoopties” pacing up and down the street with loud music. Nobody mowing grass. Finally, I get a chance to just relax and recharge my batteries. Today had been one of mom’s better days. When I had left her bedroom , she had been resting comfortably. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Or could I? Continue reading 21 FEBRUARY 2015
“As a primary caregiver, your life will always be a neverending saga when living with a love one who has dementia. Even at the early stages, there must always be a constant vigilance….”
It had been 9:00am that morning. A bright yellow sun now nestled in light-blue skies beckoned us. Our windows were half opened. So, the sweet aromas of a brand new day rushed in—filling our nostrils with the inspiration of new beginnings.
Already we had been driving around the city for two hours now, my mother and I. On occasions we would get up early in the morning and drive around–especially when she had been feeling restless. And since her Dementia, we had been taking these early morning drives more often than not. Continue reading 23 January 2015
Racing up and down the streets–block by block, I had no idea where I was going. I knew my mom had been somewhere close. —But where??! She couldn’t have gone far. All I could do was continue to follow my instincts.
Suddenly I brought the car to a screeching halt. Two young ladies were slowly strolling up the street on my driver’s side. I stuck my head out of the window as I blew my horn at them in quick-short successions.
“Excuse me miss! DId you see an elderly gray haired woman walking around the neighborhood?” Continue reading 07 January 2015