Mom’s MRI Questions

Mom’s two-hour trash-pick-up-walks had trickled to treks to the bathroom or kitchen. She hunched over her walker, and said it was painful to be more upright. Her Physician’s Assistant listened to my concerns. “Do you think she fell?” “That’s possible. Her memory is sketchy and confused at times, so it’s difficult to get accurate info…

Water and Tonic

Laundry, almost done. Check. Finish up with Mom’s sheets. After scanning my list at the kitchen counter, I glanced out the patio slider. Several wildfires were burning in our state, and one was near enough to cast a peachy light. Triple digits again today. Will this heatwave never end? The birdbath on our patio was dry,…

Reflect or Regret? Part 5-Plans

As a silver-haired person, I retain the privileges of Reflection or Regrets. I’ve earned this right through years of trials, temptations, and choices. My journal excerpt—Reflect on Plans. A few years post-divorce, COBRA for my healthcare neared its end, and I needed to become my sole supporter. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Being…

Mom Visits Radiology

X-rays were ordered for Mom’s hip. It was painful, and with her track record of not divulging her falls, we wanted confirmation that there wasn’t any fractures. Sis and I transported her to the Medical Building, unloaded her in the Valet Zone, and entered the Radiology Department. After registration, we were taken to a changing…

Mom Registers

Doctor appointment day dawned, bright and clear. Sis and I got Mom ready and loaded her into the car with her wheelchair. Mom has “White Coat Syndrome” where her blood pressure goes up when she sees a doctor, but this time, Mom was flat out cheerful. We pushed her down the hallway and registered Mom…

When Sis Helped

#wheelchair #siblings #caregivers In my family, I’m the baby. Two brothers and one sister. Sis is almost nine-years older than me. She’s the OLDER sister. Mom has been living with me since 2014, when her beloved husband passed away from cancer. She never drove a car, has Alzheimer’s now, and is challenged with walking due…

Grouchy Caregiver

#wheelchair #caregiver Yesterday, was my Grouchy Day. It was one of those times where I wanted to be invisible, or at the very least, hide in my quiet room with a cup of coffee or nap. I didn’t want to hear any other voice, except my own whiny one. My grating voice was quite enough…

Winter Chicks

Me, to my friend Suzi—”I love your new hair color! You went natural.” Suzi—”We’re definitely not spring chicks anymore.” Me—”True. I rename us, winter chicks.” When we were spring chickens in college, Suzi’s tresses were golden brown, and mine were blondish. After twenty years of hair color, I went natural, because I was allergic to…

Mom’s Jeans

Mom wiggled her little fanny and did a little dance. Her jeans were not cooperating. She yanked on them again. “Mom, what’s the problem?” I stood by her bedside table with her steamy cup of coffee. How could this be difficult? She weighs 89 pounds—one pound for each year of life. “Oh…I can’t seem to get…

Mom’s Roller Coaster

  My hubby and I took Mom for a walk to a nearby locally owned coffee stand. It sits next to a wetland preserve, so the views are beautifully “springy” right now. Our challenge was rolling Mom in her wheelchair over those yellow lego-thingies to get to the order window. In the past, we made…