“I want J”
Once mom was officially diagnosed that August, it took away any hope of her returning to work in the Fall. As a nurse, she was now a liability if anything happened. My mom was given a few months of medical leave and then would have to retire.
I’ll never forget coming home from work in late August (I was still living at home for another month or two before I had to go back to Baltimore) and finding her sitting on the corner of the couch, head propped up with the back of her left hand as she leaned onto the arm rest, feet curled up beside her, and just looking down at the carpet, her eyes blank.
“What’s wrong Mom?”
First, even though there was nothing a medical doctor could do in terms of treatment (there was absolutely nothing to even slow the disease down) at the present moment, mom will eventually progress and we needed a doctor to monitor her and help our family cope with the changes. Eventually, mom’s physical health will begin to deteriorate as well, so we needed a doctor. Dr. “diagnosis Mary through a 6 sentence letter” had moved out of state to another hospital (See POST 5: The Beginning—Part III of III- Confirmation to learn all about that fiasco).
Third, routine. As my mom progressed, routine will become more and more important and so the sooner we got her into one, the better it will be in the long run.
“J!” She exclaims.
She taps her index finger repeatedly onto the paper with the J.
"No, show me something else, something in the house-- an object."
You would think I had just solved the million dollar puzzle, we were that excited.
|Christina's Bridal Shower 2008 - Christina with Tree skirt Mom made her|
|Christina and Mom with the tree skirt|
|Mom, Roth (Christina's husband), and Dad (Dan)|
|Mom and I (Betsy) Christmas 2008|
She had made one for me too and kept it a surprise.