Sunday = Sleeping In
It seems like anymore, Sunday is really the only day I’ve been getting to sleep in. There always seems to be something going on the rest of the week that I need to get up for, but Sunday morning is still safe. So far.
My dad had his consultation with the oncologist on Friday, I haven’t heard from my mom about how that went, so it must have been more of the same. He’ll start his rounds of chemotherapy soon & then it’ll be my turn to sit with my grandma while they’re gone. It’s heartbreaking to see her this way, so fragile and out of her mind most of the time. For all of the years after my grandpa died from mesothelioma until about 4 years ago, she was self-sufficient. She took care of her home, visited with her friends and handled all of her own business. Then she got sick, her osteoporosis took a turn for the worse & we started noticing a huge personality shift. We just put it down to old age for a long time, but in the past year, we have come to accept that it’s Alzheimer’s & had that verified by her doctor. If we had pulled our heads out of the sand years ago, we might have been able to have managed her symptoms with medication a lot better & she might not be as far along. Now, it’s too late & all we can do is clean up the messes & try to convince her that an airplane didn’t crash in the back yard, no matter how real it seems to her.
I guess what I’m trying to say, is that if your loved ones aren’t acting like themselves, and are displaying unusual anger, depression or memory loss, please get them to the doctor, get a diagnosis & find out what’s really going on. I wish we had, it might have been easier on my parents that way.
Caffeinate Me!






