Update from yesterday: I had stepped out of the room for a few minutes, but when I returned, Mom’s chair is empty (no Mom in sight) and the walker still stands there beside it. Oh Mom. She has gone to use the bathroom. I stand there, hesitating about what to do when I hear her come out and rather than head back to sit down, she walks further into her bedroom. Ok, here we go… I wheel the walker to the bedroom, and say, ‘Here, Mom, you forgot something’. She shakes her head, rolls her eyes, and chuckles a bit as she takes hold of the handles and walks back to her chair. At supper she tells my husband that the nurse told her she has to use that thing. ‘I guess you’re going to be stuck with me for awhile’. My husband says, ‘Oh Mom, don’t say it that way’.
I know she worries about imposing on us. And I guess that is understandable. My husband has been great. So great. His compassion and tenderness have always been his strong traits. He is almost better with her than I am. That was evident with my first posting of yesterday’s blog.
Lesson learned: do not blog immediately following any incident. Think first. Write second. Do not do both at the same time.
Mom is just getting up for the day. Here she comes pushing that thing in front of her. “Good morning, Mom… how about a cup of coffee?”