She eats less and less. A larger woman in her day, I find rolling her is no longer a physically difficult thing for me to do. Always trying to "read" her, because part of caring for a person with dementia is knowing what they are trying to tell you; sign language with no one ever having written the how-to manual. And her vocabulary is diminishing so the fewer words she speaks mean more. And there are those times she comes up with her own words, "thinasisha wataban."
If we did not laugh at some things if would be unbearable. So is that why sometimes I just feel a need to go into a corner and have a good ol' belly laugh? And is there anything wrong with that?
Christmas 2004
However, pulling out photos from the past bring such joy.
1 comment:
Hello Cathy,
I think it is wonderful that you want to laugh sometimes...all the memoirs and caregiving books say it is essential for coping with it all. It seems much healthier than my usual reaction of sadness or discomfort. Although I am grateful for the days when I can smile at something odd or childishly sweet my mom does.
I can identify with all that you wrote today. My mom isn't yet where your mom is, but she is on the path and your watching and "translating" and caring is so familiar.
Wishing you continued strength to bear it all,
Lesley
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