To What Are Yee Listenin' Right Now?

It seems like with my mom in the Hospital and all these past weeks since July 14, I can't get enough of my old favorites to make me feel and remember the days when mom was her young self. Today she is by far the toughest lady I know, even through her cries and tears. If one can describe my tears of joy at the simple miracle of seeing mom with stroke damaged brain on top of dementia and a mostly paralyzed right side and mostlyl unable to speak, practically demand to be permitted to feed herself and essentially duke it out with me not to help her. That is when times show me she is still in there. Watching a former righthander, use her left hand with a spoon as if she has done it all her life, with barely any Occupational Therapy to do so, to me it is surreal. Watch her manipulate a lip balm cap back on to the tube, one handed, then take it off when I ask if she can NOW TAKE IT OFF? Then try to put it back for 30 minutes, floors me. Watching her take a hand towel I soaked to wash her face after eating, and folding and unfolding it time and again as if she was folding laundry, all while somehow humming a church hymn and one handed once again. I had to contain my tears at these treasures that are now the beginning of her last days, weeks, months or years that lay ahead of her.





 
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