Archive for January, 2009

He loves his books – absolutely cherishes them.

I watch him choose one.

He reads page one over and over. He doesn’t get beyond – my dear, sweet Man.

If only I could change it for You.

Thank goodness you don’t know the depth of your loss.

Wayne can’t set the table but I have him carry plates, etc. – hoping he feels helpful and also gives him something to do – his “doable” world has shrunk immensely this past year.

For several days now, he will ask, “How many do we need, 3″?

“No, only 2, Hon.”

Not sure if perhaps he is counting Buddy who indeed deserves to eat at our table – - -

Shopped today with Wayne – something I rarely do as it’s not easy for him. All we did was walk thru Sear* and look at the clothes – marked down – crazy prices.

So, being who I am, I ended up with an armful. Got to the dressing room – problem. Can no longer leave him outside it, sitting in a chair. I peaked in, empty. With great pleading eyes, I asked the
“older” attendant if we could take the first room and go in together. She said yes immediately.
Relief.

I realize now that I have to shop on my own – it was sheer luck no one else was around.

*** I can call her older, meaning wise and experienced – I’m 63, she was probably 45:) Thank you, dear Attendant!

My Sis and BIL looked after Wayne tonight for 5 1/2 hours.

Shortly after they left, off to the bathroom with him. He really needed to go.

This is causing me grave concern for when he goes into respite – I know the staff understand to take him often but maybe the first day he could resist – thinking I’ll be coming “home” and he’ll wait for me.

As usual, worrying is what I do best.

Hope everyone had a good day. We did.

At the appointment last week, medical issues protocol was discussed. When one is talking about your spouse, it kind of makes your tummy feel very badly.

Our dear Doc explained the issues and choices as kindly as one can – he said he has known us long enough to feel confident with our decisions – “our” is our sons and I.

He wanted me to discuss the issue with our sons as it’s not much fun (for him) dealing with family pulling in 3 different directions on care for Dad. Luckily, all 3 of us have concurred every time an issue arises.

So, next week it’s written in stone so to speak. I go to sign the papers. Well, not really, I guess I could change my mind but after sweating about it for several days, we are in accord and have our reasons for our choices.

Sorry I have not been checking blogs due to this issue and the issue of the MD who thought I wrote a negative comment on my friend’s blog. But! the 2 negatives are over with and I hope the MD reads Fresh MD’s comment on my blog and realizes I’d never do that to anyone.