Thursday, April 5, 2018

TURNING NINTY TWO





He was born Billy Wade Davidson on 
April 6 1926
in Taft Tennessee.



His parents were Jessie and Hubert Davidson
and he was the baby of eight children.
Now they are all gone but him.

After serving in the US Navy, he married 
a young girl from Michigan
in November 1948.
Her name was Deloris.

They started raising a family.


In the fifties Dad and Mom moved back to the South,
to Alabama,
Dad started working for the 
federal government by way of NASA.

Bill has four proud children,
Nancy, Bill, Susan and Rick.

Through out his life, Dad has always been
a dog lover
(and they have loved him as well).


 On any given day you can find him in one of 
three places. Enjoying the great outdoors,

 Tinkering or repairing something in his workshop,


or sitting in his easy chair reading or playing
a game of solitaire.

Every year he says he won't see another birthday,
and every year he does.
Happy, happy 92 Dad.






Thursday, March 22, 2018

ESSENTIALS

Before I start this post, I wanted to thank everyone
who took the time to send me their kind words
and thoughtful encouragement. 
You do not know how helpful it has been.
I shouldn't be surprised, but I am, at how many people
are going or have gone through the same experiences.

 Mom has been home one week from the skilled care facility
and I am finally seeing some improvement.
Home Health Care is a Godsend.
They have been so helpful
and very generous with their skills and knowledge.
I have acquired more information
from them in a few short visits
than I did with the staff at Donalson
the entire thirty days she was there. 
For some reason it was
like pulling teeth to get information
from the nurses and aids.
The information about my Mom
that I did manage to get
was through asking questions,
they did not volunteer anything on their own. 
They even reprimanded me once
for trying to watch a therapy session
saying it was in violation of the other patient's privacy.
  I feel sorry for those patients that have no one
to be their advocate. 

Enough, I'm getting off my soapbox now
and onto the subject at hand.
Essentials, all the things you need when caring for 
Mom or Dad when they can't care for themselves.
This shower chair is one of the first things I
bought after moving in with the folks.
I'm not sure what they were doing before I got here
and feeling like a bad daughter for not knowing.
I have to own up to it...
I kept my head in the sand way too long.

Yesterday Mom got her first real bath
since coming home,
thanks again to Home Health. 
Dee came out and showed
me all the correct ways
to handle that very important task.
We did not have a hand held shower sprayer before
but we do now and it should make bathing much easier.
(I installed it myself)

I had already purchased a hand rail
but Dee showed me a way
to use the walker for extra support as well.

The wheelchair has come in very handy
since Mom has been home. 
So glad we had gotten it last year for transporting
her to and from the doctors.
  In the past, it was used only when she was
having a bad day,
 too weak for the walker.
Since she has been home it has gotten a lot of use,
but we are trying to wean her off it a bit
 and get her to use the walker more
and build up her strength.

Two more new purchases,
the bed rail, at the urging of the her therapist,
to keep Mom from falling out of bed
(she did so the first night back home)
and a support for pulling herself into a sitting position.
The second item, a rolling table
for eating in bed and
with the wheelchair.
It was my idea to get this one,
it seemed useful at the hospital and care center.

One last thing before I close,
this drinking cup
came home with her from Donalson
and it's a great way to make sure
she is getting enough water
throughout the day.

Well until next time
and again, thanks for the
encouragement.






Tuesday, March 20, 2018

MARCH MADNESS








Today is the first day of Spring, March marks my entrance
 to my third year of caring for Mom.  She has vascular dementia.
She was recently admitted to the hospital for a bad UTI,
then a month in a skilled care facility for some recovery time.
Now she is home again, but I fear not the same.


She is extremely week and can not focus.
In the past when she would get up for the day she would have
such a sweet countenance..."looks like a pretty day" ,that is no longer the case.  It may change with some time and some healing
but I need to wrap my head around the fact that this may be our new reality.


Can I just say, I don't like it.
I find myself getting frustrated with her and making myself angry.
I can't understand the fact that she can't understand.
It is sometimes like I am speaking a foreign language to her.


Send me your good thoughts, your good wishes,
your prayers, your good karma, your happy thoughts.
Whatever you believe in...I'll take it.

I don't want to be
ANGRY GIRL


Thank God Spring is here!

Monday, February 26, 2018

Flower Power

 Do people send flowers anymore?
I guess if you have a large network of friends and family
you might get a few bouquets but walking the halls
at the skilled care facility here at Donalson I don't think its a big
priority for the elderly and their families.
First of all they cost so darn much and many people don't think
they are worth it because they die so quickly.

 I can't say I agree, flowers and cards are always a mood lifter.
My cousin Gay was kind enough to send a lovely arrangement
to my Mom when she first went into the hospital.
She used a local florist called "The Flower House"
and boy do they know what they're doing.
Only yesterday did I have to weed out some of the wilted one,
but still had a nice selection to make a smaller bouquet.


I honestly don't know how much my Mom pays attention to her room décor
but I for one will always want flowers and plants around me
until the day I die,
even if they come from Walmart.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

911

This is Mom today February 22, 2018
She has been in Donalson, a skill care facility 
since the 12th.
Today is her 11th day and it is a 
good day.

 Not everyday has been a good one.


Mom had to be taken to the emergency room on the 9th,
We called for an ambulance because she was
not able to sit, stand or walk.
Dad and I could not manage her in that dead weight state.

Her doctor, William Edwards was off for the weekend
so it took a little time to get her admitted.
Doctor Sarah Thelen
was the doctor on call for him and I was glad she was the one.
Doctor Thelen is my personal physician so I knew her
and what to expect.


She was diagnosed with a bladder infection
and a spot of pneumonia. They kept her through
the weekend and Doctor Edwards transferred her
to Donalson on Monday.


At Donalson she gets a well balance meal
three times a day (that doesn't mean she eats it)
Physical and occupational therapy
and needless to say, plenty of sleep.


Right now she is sharing a room. It is so, so small.
She has the bed closest to the door which makes
you very exposed.  The privacy curtain is always drawn
so no natural light can get in to her space.
No place for visitors to sit and with all the paraphernalia 
that comes with two elderly women recovering...
well you can hardly turn around.

Good news is, she's being transferred tomorrow
to a private room. There is sure to be some
disadvantages to that but I'm happy all the same.
Hope it works out.





Thursday, January 25, 2018

LAUNDRY DAY

 Today is laundry day, 
and I couldn't be happier.


 Folding clothes is one of Mom's activities.
She seems to always be willing and
even better, seems to enjoy it.


 PJ pants and a tee or sweatshirt
has become Mom's daily "go to" outfit.
Her Binswanger's Disease has left her
shaky and incontinent,
therefor laundry is a big deal around here.


Everyday is laundry day'
and that's okay.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

FIRST SNOW DAY

Yesterday was our first major snow for the season.

Perhaps I shouldn't say major
because it never completely covered our grass,
but the schools were closed and
they salted and scraped the roads.

It started about seven in the morning, before
Mom was up, so she had a big
surprise with her breakfast.

She loved it.
She kept up a continuous commentary
about the beauty of it and seemed to be in complete wonder.
She mused about Michigan, and talked about
gone by days on Tuttlehill Road where she grew up.

Cooper was quite impressed as well.