My mom slips a little each day. Today that fact became a bit more obvious. She started the morning thinking my dad was knocking on the door and then rambling in her sleep. At different points in the day she suffered lapses. A friend called and in the middle of the conversation she thought she was talking to someone else with the same first name. She wakes up long enough to ask if we got today’s paper or what happened to those fancy ice cream things (we still haven’t figured this one out) only to fall back to sleep.
I think it is safe to say that from this point on the delusions will probaby intensify. Her body weakens so her defenses fall. This state is hardest on my dad who struggled all day with these turn of events. It pains him to see her this way and pains me to see them both being put through this turmoil.
Following a hint from my twitter friend Lori, I went out and bought some clam chowder and oyster stew. She can only have the broth part but the clam chowder was a major treat for her and she was so happy to have drank it. Good suggestion, Lori!
I have to get into my mom’s email tomorrow. Probably a couple thousand spam messages by this point. She sent away for info on just about everything so her email account is like a spam magnet. I had a weird moment this morning when I had to change – take my mom’s name off – as the contact name for a business account. It was very strange referring to her almost in the third person while keeping the backstory hidden.
Tomorrow is another day but with each day that fear that accompanies death tingles inside me just a bit stronger than the day before. Natural I know. Doesn’t make it any more welcomed.
