It was a Monday night and my mother’s breathing continued to get slower and slower. I felt like a bee buzzing through her room to check on her, then resting on the couch, then back again. She was totally unresponsive to all sounds such as talking, singing, and the oxygen concentrator machine grinding away. Even …
Time seems to slow down when you wait for the inevitable. It gives you space to reflect on what is really important in life. It also allows you the freedom and flexibility to perhaps learn new things. I’m waiting for my mother to pass, which is inevitable. She’s been on in-home hospice for 9 months …
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It was evening when I received a phone call telling me to call for an ambulance. My 92-year-old mother had been ill lately, and a recent x-ray revealed a collapsed lung. Mom was calmly enjoying a Sonny’s BBQ take-out dinner when I broke the news to her. She has late-stage dementia and the news added …
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My 91-year-old mother with dementia chopped down my rose bush. It all happened 1 ½ years ago. I was upstairs writing on my computer, and I went downstairs to get some water. I noticed my mother was standing very still behind the red rose bush, very still. It was obvious she was hiding from me. …
There are days I believe God is trying to break me, but then I wonder if perhaps He is up to something else. There have been many times in life that I have felt this, wave after wave of barely survivable situations hitting me, but never more than what’s happening now. Mom moved in. …
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We were driving down the serene and scenic Natchez Trace Parkway when my 90-year old mother turned to me and said, “What? I can’t hear you”. I spoke louder, “We are going to get a hearing test”. She nodded and smiled. You see my mother has dementia and had already forgotten where we were headed. …
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It happened when I was talking with a coworker right outside the COO’s office at my firm. I glanced down at my buzzing cell phone, a rare call from my mom. It was then I heard those dreaded words, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.” I imagined the worst of course, that she had …
Six years ago, a stranger arrived in our house - my mother. Time has a way of making one a stranger. I lived with her growing up (18 years), then apart (38 years), and now we are back together. Her friend and roommate of many years passed away suddenly, and she sorely lacked transportation (she …