Wednesday, August 3, 2016

It's Not the Same

My mom and I growing up were very close. When she was diagnosed with end-stage congestive heart failure in the Fall of 2014, none of us in our family knew what to expect.

She was given just a few months, but she has defied the odds and is still here. Since her diagnosis, because she is not getting enough oxygen to her brain, her personality has changed. For me, watching this process has been heartbreaking. Little by little, she has left us and the person I talk to on the phone one to four times a day is not the same person I grew up with. I have come to terms with that and while I won't say it's been easier, let's just say since I took that mind set, I've been able to handle it better. Day before yesterday, she called me. I said, "hi, Mom how's it going?" Her response, "I'm still alive." That kind of comment would really have made me incredibly sad a year ago, but I just let it go in one ear and out the other. Yesterday morning at 7:30, right when the hubby was going out the door to work and I had about 20 minutes to get Dominic ready for his bus that takes him to summer school, the phone rang. It was my mom on the other end, very upset. Evidently, the facility where she lives told her she had an appointment at 8 a.m. that she didn't know about.  I took a few moments and tried to calm her down and then said, "mom, Dominic's bus is coming soon and I really need to go get him ready." My mom responded, "yeah, you go get Dominic ready for school, I'll just lie here!" I didn't have time to get upset and unfortunately more and more of the conversations I have with her turn out like that.  I am by nature a caregiver and I feel at a total loss because I am not able to help her. I have only been in this situation once before and it was with my mother-in-law. She had advanced dementia and eventually forgot how to swallow, went into hospice and it was fairly quick before she passed away. We have talked about hospice for my mom in the past and she has made it very clear she doesn't want it. I talk to my dad every evening. It's been really hard on him to watch my mom decline as she has, they have been married over 50 years. I tell my father that mom is a different person, she is not the same. Hopefully, it brings him a tiny bit of comfort. It has now been over a day and my mom hasn't called me. I know that she probably will not apologize for the way she talked to me. This has become my new "normal," with my mom.

1 comment:

  1. You are so brave and such a wonderful support for both mom and dad, as well as your Michigan family. Remember to take care of yourself. Love, Auntie


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