07/23/2016
The following was written by Jane Arden. Don't know her a friend posted this and I just read it. This reminded me of 2013-2014 the 6 months I took care of my mom before she went in to a seniors home. The only thing I could add to this story is that I am glad I had those months with my mom and I wish she was here now. My mom passed away March 16 2016 and I miss her.
Jane's story:
My mom's personality is changing so much. She gets so frustrated which is understandable. Alzheimers is a so**********ch. She told me the other night that she was going to sue me when 'this was all over'...Lord have mercy. She is getting really paranoid and really impatient and just thinks every one and their cat is out to get her. The other night she walked over here with my grandmother's old mink coat and said that 'those women were trying to steal it...'
She wanted me to hide it in the basement.
That same night she came back with a jar of pennies and nickles and dimes and said that she'd 'split it with me...'
That there were 'A few thousand in there that we could use for a trip...'
I could see the companion care worker standing on her steps watching where she went. Sheri was kind enough to give her her space and let her walk over here. I was sound asleep when she rang the door bell and I almost went through the ceiling.
It makes me sad.
All of it.
The changes and the challenges and the weird things that get put on repeat in her head. She is constantly on the move. She never stops. She folds and walks and putters and moves objects and sits up and looks through the trees for imaginary people.
It's exhausting.
If I didn't have help I would sink so far down I'd never come up again.
The hardest part is that she is often mad at me.
She looks at me with such hatred that it takes my breath away. And then it passes, and I see her bubble to the surface of herself again and I wonder how my life got to this place.
If you'd told me two years ago that I'd be here, I wouldn't have believed it.
And yet, so much laughter, so much insane gladness and joy.
It's such a contrast from one minute to the next and it teaches me constantly. It makes me stronger and more humble and more empathic and caring and kind.
It makes me stand taller than I ever thought I could and I am so grateful for the pain of this crazy wonderful life.
It's all going to be ok.
It's just life being life and you've gotta embrace it all with your heart pounding away on your sleeve and a smile on your face...and don't forget to cry, cause that'll get you through anything.
My mom says it's God's lubricant to get you through the tight spots.
now that's a good one.