Archive for January, 2010
When my Sis and BIL visited Wayne, they found him watching TV in the common area.
“I see you’re not playing the piano, Wayne” my BIL said.
“That piano should be tossed over a cliff.”
(I know it’s because Ms. Piano plays all kinds of music tossing in Christmas jingles every 2nd or 3rd piece. Even the nurses get fed up.)
Anyway, she also plays it hard, not having the soft hands so many do. Personally, I enjoy it for a short while but I can see it would be tiresome day after day:)
Just away for a bit and will update soon. Hope all is well with my friends. Thank you so much for your support over the past few posts – I really appreciate it. Love Jean
We had watched the news, “Would you like to go for a walk? I’ll just sign you out.”
“I wish you could sign me out forever.”
Some days he floors me with his comments.
The other night Ms. Piano was playing nice waltzes (between Christmas carols). Wayne can no longer dance but we stood kind of in one spot and well, spot danced!
He kind of kept time to the music by bending his knees – sweet.
After visiting the care home for about 6 weeks now, I have come to recognize many of the visiting spouses and family members. Sadly, there are not a lot who come regularly. The ones who do, develop an unspoken bond of sadness, pain and also deep love.
I am extremely fortunate as Wayne is a delight to visit and loves to go walking. I read silly, funny things to him and we laugh a lot.
Yesterday we visited a large drug store and he pushed the cart for me. Yes, it was a nice thing for him to do.
We settled on a case of water for his room – he appears to like to carry his water bottle around and hopefully drinks more this way.
It was touching to go visit “K”, a lady on his former ward. She walked toward me with a puzzled look but once she realized who I was, fairly ran to me with open arms. Stayed to encourage her to eat dinner but very little was touched.
I see a husband walking his wife (quite advanced stage) and he looks shocked. Have never seen him miss a dinner with her.
Another lady has her husband regularly and a son and daughter. They sit with her wrapped in their arms and she is content.
They are the fortunate ones – - -
