If you’ve ever been emotionally drained, then you will understand where I am. I can no longer care for my Mother in our home. Her Alzheimer’s nature is strong. I am sad. She will move into the Nursing Center, five minutes from my home, this coming Tuesday. We have set that day as moving in day, my husband is off work, she responds to the male influence better than the female. My husband and son have been rocks for me, and have been instrumental in Mom’s care. We plan on moving the entire room, as much as possible. She will have the surroundings she’s had since coming to Texas in 2011. I’m taking her wall of pictures and mounting them on poster boards to frame, hopefully it’ll comfort her and be reminders, her family, love her dearly. In her lucid time 2 days ago, we talked extensively. We went to the facility and walked the halls, and picked out the room more suitable to her from the ones open. Mother met several residents and I’m hoping she’ll remember them on Tuesday. We’ve prayed with our Pastor who came to our home and visited. Mother is as ready as she’ll ever be. Having her in the moment, lucid, and cooperative would be ideal, but there’s no way to know how this is going to play out. The move down here was traumatic. We covet your prayers for a better transition. I thank you for reading Alzheimer’s Trail, and we will continue on this journey in poems/prose as the days and months and years play out, as long as I have my muse, I will write of her plight.
Caring Is Sharing/ Sheila Grimes/ July 13, 2013