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26th July
2010
written by JeanMac

“Aw, what’s the matter, don’t cry.” Wayne came upon a resident who just walks around weeping all day long. Her room is next to Wayne’s.

As I entered the ward, I saw him leading her by the hand, holding it as if made of delicate porcelain.

Caught the eye of a nurse and told her to somehow separate them before Wayne saw me or he’d drop her hand like a hot potato – she was sad enough already.

The nurse had overheard Wayne telling her to not cry. He is more precious than gold, silver or all the jewels in the world.

19th July
2010
written by JeanMac

(Sorry for the long absence – I’ll write about it some day but it’s too fresh right now)

So, Mighty Mouse rides again! That sneaky little darling got one on me again:) She raised her arms for a hug and gave me her usual loving schmuck on the cheek. Explained that I had to go with Wayne but I’d be back soon. When I arrived a couple hours later, she looked very secretive and somewhat urgent. “Come here,” she orderd, no smile graced her face. “Come to my room – quickly!”

I kind of dreaded to do this in case she wanted to give me something which I wouldn’t have taken. Anyway, I offered to push her wheelchair and she she said,” Yes and quickly!”

Her door was locked and thought maybe someone had been looting her room. She pointed to the wire hung high above her door, “Push it in, quickly!”

She got a sly smile on her face and rolled up to the bed. “Put me to bed, please.” She’s light as a feather but due to rules and possible law suits, I said I’d get a nurse.

The nurses explained that they have to keep her out of the room as she transfers herself and may break a hip, etc.

Mighty Mouse 1 Jean 0

4th July
2010
written by JeanMac

(Anyway, sorry, too difficult to even post lately – I am so sorry for my man.)

Today at lunch, Mighty Mouse asked if someone could tie her shoelaces. The care aides were busy serving the meals so I got down and tied her shoe – only one was undone. She smiled ever so sweetly, thanking me.

The Sgt. Major called out that she’s only doing it for attention. Tsk, tsk, such an attitude, I thought – then my eyes caught MM using one foot to work on the laces of the other to untie them! Guess the Major had her pegged:)

27th June
2010
written by JeanMac

Today when I walked in, he was sitting in a chair directly in line with the door. Our eyes met and he arose as if in a trance. I smiled at him and we walked toward one another. With the most incredible tone to his voice he said, “It’s you, it’s really you, how did you find me?!”

He hugs me almost to the point of hurting and just wouldn’t let go. Today he stopped just short of crying.

What makes me feel sad is worrying that he is worrying that I can’t find him.

After this initial emotional time, we had a nice visit.

26th June
2010
written by JeanMac

If Wayne is quite a distance from the door when I arrive, a huge smile lights up his face and he claps his hands as he walks toward me. I wish I could have a video of this.

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