Mom was lethargic yesterday, fed herself lunch but didn't want to eat dinner. It was only until I told her that Michael (my son) and I would not eat unless she did that she fed herself her soup and chocolate pudding and then pushed her tray away.
The facility doctor assigned to her checked her out and then took us out into the hall to speak with us. She is convinced Mom will never be able to live alone again.
Deep in my heart I knew this. I think she knows, too, because she told a friend on the phone, "I'm a lost soul."
I am so sad. No, sad doesn't describe the pain I'm feeling over this. To have her go from a vibrant, active, independent woman to a weak, lethargic, confused person is beyond my understanding. I want to hope that she will beat this and be the Mom I know and have so much fun with, but I'm so afraid this isn't going to happen. I'm trying to be strong and encourage her to overcome this, but I'm starting to crumble. It just hurts too much.
I'm having those chest pains again (which confirmed my belief that they were always stress related) and my left shoulder and right knee are aching from the damp and the arthritis. I can't concentrate. I wander my apartment aimlessly.
I miss our morning phone calls. I miss Sunday breakfasts. I miss just sitting and wathcing movies with her. I even miss her jokes that I've heard countless times.
I want my Mom back.
Linda2
-- When love is your greatest weakness, you will be the strongest person in the world. --Garman Wold