Moan from the past

So Mom is back in the hospital and the small town hospital she is in has been eerily quiet. We were told there were only two patients that were inpatient last night, including my mom. Today, that number swelled to five. There was one patient in particular that made himself known, because he was in so much obvious pain.

He would moan, starting low and working his way up to a pitiful, alarming wail. It was very disturbing and continued for hours. I heard the nurse say they were giving him his pain medication, but the poor man didn’t seem to be able to find relief.

The moans reminded me of my dad, when he would have nightmares at home. I’ve written many times before about the vivid nightmares my father would have, and the moans he would make, the desperate calls for help that would escape his mouth sounded so much like the patient in the hospital.

So we went from eerily quiet to an eerie reminder of Dad in distress at the hospital today.

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Dad lost at the post office

I was talking to one of the local shuttle drivers that used to take my dad on errands around town. This was as Dad was beginning to move into mid-stage Alzheimer’s, where he could no longer be trusted to complete even simple tasks independently. One of the chores my mom would send Dad out to do was to get the mail at the post office. The driver would drop Dad off and wait for him. This should have only taken a few minutes. Dad was in there about 10 minutes and the driver got worried, so he went inside to look for him.

He said Dad was wandering around, with a lost look on his face. He said, “I can’t find our box.” Surprisingly, he remembered what number the box was, just not where it was located. This was a task he had easily managed to do hundreds of times before.

The driver helped Dad get the mail but soon after, Mom would have to add one more chore to her growing list, as Dad lost the ability to complete even the most mundane of tasks successfully on his own.

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Sometimes you know when something is wrong

So Mom is back in the hospital. After being discharged from the ER on Friday, she really hasn’t felt any better, despite the new medications she is on.

Today, she became violently ill in the doctor’s office. Finally, that was enough suffering for my mom to get admitted to the hospital.

And now we will ride another ride of tests, procedures and potential surgeries. We will be on hospital time once again, and that’s a time zone no one wants to find themselves in.

This time last year, I was standing by my dad’s bedside, holding his hand, telling him how much I loved him. One year later, I will do the same for my mom.

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A golden opportunity tarnished

My parents saw quite a bit of the country (and world) when they were young, long before they married. Because they were older when they finally tied the knot, and I came along a few years later, they were quite content to settle down in suburbia. The wanderlust from their youth had vanished.

Carlsbad Caverns: Photo credit: NPS Photo by Peter Jones

But once they retired, and moved to their final home in New Mexico, they hoped to travel a bit. They were never going to be the jet-set type, but they wanted to at least travel to nearby attractions. They visited the Carlsbad Caverns and received a Golden Age Passport (now called Senior Pass.). This would have allowed them to visit other national parks around the country at heavily discounted rates.

Mom hoped to be able to use the pass for future trips. But dementia reared its ugly head and vacations became a distant dream. Those “golden years” where couples who have worked hard all of their lives are supposed to be able to enjoy carefree days were tarnished forever.

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A Gathering I must attend

It’s strange the people who you cross paths with, often at the darkest moments in your life. I think these chance encounters are much more memorable than the casual, day-to-day encounters that vanish from our minds almost immediately.

Today, I met one of the owners of the local Irish pub. He was taking a cab because “his truck got drunk last night.” Ha, that’s the best excuse for admitting you are too drunk to drive that I’ve ever heard!

Image courtesy of Tourism Ireland

His Irish accent was apparent. He said he was from Dublin and had been in New Mexico for about 8 years. I offhandedly mentioned that the change in scenery must have been quite a shock. He agreed and talked about how he hadn’t been home in about four years and really wanted to get home next year for “The Gathering.”

I inquired further and learned that there is this whole movement in 2013 encouraging those who have immigrated from Ireland to return to their beloved homeland during the year. I wish Dad could have lived long enough (and in his right mind) to participate himself, but what a great way to honor his memory and his love of his birthplace than to travel to Belfast in 2013.

It just so happens that the last of Dad’s assets have been processed and the final check is more than enough to cover a trip to Ireland. Of course, there are sensible things to do like pay down credit card debt, and make sure Mom will have enough to live on. But I hope there will be enough left to finally visit the land that Dad loved so much, to participate in “The Gathering” with people like I met today.

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Another Black Friday in the hospital

Another Black Friday, another parent in the hospital.

What a way to spend a holiday weekend.

The roller coaster of emotions is almost unbearable.

The good news is that we are going home. But what we don’t know is if the issue is truly resolved, and what tomorrow will bring.

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The first Thanksgiving without Dad

It has been a strange, bittersweet Thanksgiving holiday for me. I am spending the week with Mom, but now she’s having some troubling health symptoms that we need to go have checked out tomorrow. So she can’t even enjoy any food today, not that we were going to do a traditional feast.

We decided to skip the turkey and fixings, but the memories of past holiday meals linger. We never had the big family gatherings that many other people enjoy. It was just the three of us, so I think we miss his presence even more because it’s such a huge hole in our little family.

By far, Dad’s favorite holiday was Thanksgiving. He loved all of the traditional dishes served on that day, but I think the turkey was his favorite. He would always ask for seconds on that day! I wish Dad could have enjoyed a real turkey one year, as we always bought those little “turkey roasts in a box” since it was just the three of us.

He wasn’t that big on desserts, which left more pumpkin pie for me, which I was just fine with. 🙂

Holidays and illness unfortunately do mix sometimes. It’s just one of those unavoidable facts of life. Thankfully, I’m not that sentimental about holidays, but I can’t help but think about how it’s been one year now that my life has revolved around illness and loss. These life-altering experiences make you reassess your priorities and what is truly meaningful. It also makes me wonder when I see all of the Facebook posts where people so casually give thanks to family and friends. I’m not saying people are not sincere, but it’s so easy to take all of those special people in your life for granted. I’ve certainly been guilty of it. This past year has taught me a difficult, but important lesson.

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Dad jealous of another man

Mom told me a funny story about Dad’s Irish temper and latent jealous tendencies that I never heard about before. Mom had bought a bottle of Jovan White Musk and sprayed a bit on before heading to the grocery store. A fellow shopper, who also happened to be a fellow, caught wind of the enticing scent. He approached Mom and asked her what kind of perfume she was wearing. Sounds like a typical pickup line, right?

Turns out he just wanted to get a gift for his girlfriend, who emerged from around another aisle. The man asked his girlfriend if she would like him to buy her a bottle of this perfume. She took a whiff and said yes. The guy prodded Mom on where to buy it and went on his way.

Mom told the story to Dad who was none too pleased about another man telling his wife she smelled nice! I never knew Dad to be the jealous type so it was kind of a sweet and funny story to hear.

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A bowl of lollipops

As I mentioned yesterday, the little things often are triggers for memories of loved ones who have passed on. Today, while at a local business, a clear bowl of Dum Dum lollipops caught my eye.

Dum Dums are a popular, cheap treat offered at many local businesses. I remember going to the bank with my dad as a kid and choosing one of these pops. (Grape was my favorite flavor.)

Logo courtesy of Spangler.

Dad used to take two when he went to the bank in Ruidoso. One for him, one for Mom. But later on, when the dementia started creeping into his mind, he would stand next to Mom (who had to take over the banking duties at that point) and place his restless hands in the bowl of lollipops, not remembering their purpose or his previous enjoyment of the candy.

It’s fascinating the way memories form and the triggers that make them float back into our minds.

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Dad’s team #1 again

When I saw that Notre Dame’s football team was ranked #1 for the first time since 1993, it made me smile. Dad would have been absolutely thrilled.

As I’ve written before, Dad was a huge Fighting Irish fan. Dad wasn’t a huge sports fan, but he did love Notre Dame football.

The school lights up a #1 sign when any sports team at Notre Dame is nationally ranked #1. I like to think that Dad can see that light glowing bright and strong wherever his spirit is now.

Sometimes it’s the little things that remind you so strongly of loved ones that have departed.

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