14th March
2008
So today is not a “good” day for him. Don’t think anything upset him, it’s just the disease process.
He has not been out of bed, I served his lunch there while he watched the news. Wasn’t hungry but ate it. Had not had food since 6:30pm last night.
After I took the dishes to the kitchen, returned to find him just staring at the ceiling. Offered to put on his sitcom and he preferred to “nap”.
Tomorrow could be a whole different scene.
(Happy Friday, Everyone)
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Some days it used to make me so angry … the disease, I mean. Here was Mom, a bright, curious, outgoing, active woman, a nurse, writer, poet, friend to all, “mother” to many, a woman who became a computer geek at age 70, who … I could go on, but now here she was, sitting mutely where we put her, staring at the wall. It just was so wrong!
What a waste!
I see the same wastage and loss in your posts some days. I wish — how I wish! — something could be done.
Words don’t help, I know. Nothing will. You want your man back.
So sorry.
Thanks, S.
No disease is nice but this one seems to be especially cruel. I hope tomorrow is a better day.
It sucks! It really sucks! To watch our dear, loveable, wonderful, and everything else husband go down the drain.
Do hope tomorrow brings happiness.
Hang in there, JeanMac.
This drawing inward to the exclusion of the outside world–what a huge loss. I am glad that W still seems to have flashes of old self old humor coming through to sustain you through these more difficult days.