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…

Mom’s Bed

We live in a two bedroom apartment—my hubby, me and Mom. One of the reasons we chose this apartment—the floor plan is perfect. Mom’s bedroom and bathroom are separated by a wall between the living room. We all have more privacy this way. The other reason—Mom has a picturesque view from her bedroom window. It’s the…

Mom’s Beauty

Gold sunlight poured through my open slider door and across my desk. I shuffled through the stack of papers and receipts in search of the doctor’s notes, leaflets, costs of Durable Medical Equipment for Mom. Found the folder! Let’s see…over-bed table, no. Transport chair, no. I tapped my teeth with my pen and a receipt fluttered to the…

Mom’s Pilfer Permission

#family #TreasureHunt #caregivers Mom’s health is vastly changed since last year’s 89th birthday. She’s still a little sweetie, and she’s as easy to enjoy as a pint of mint chip ice cream. Her pain level and mobility keep her in bed and a wheelchair more often. We needed some equipment to improve daily function. Like a bedside…

Mom’s Coffee

My hubby fixed his much anticipated morning coffee—”On that new FODMAP diet, can I drink creamer in my coffee? I like my coffee robust, but it’s gotta have creamer.” Me—”Check the yes list.” I sipped my coffee with stevia and no flavored creamer. “Oh, and read the creamer label.” My hubby pulled out his phone…

Mom’s Bread and Marmalade

Three days ago, Mom started using the walker in the house. Her pain and sciatica remind her not to forget it off in a corner. Mom is also more confined to her bed. We added an ice pack every two hours and a Motrin a few times a day. This morning, I checked to see…

Mom Giggled

Poor Mom. Her back is giving her “fits.” She’s been resting in bed this past week. We’ve been doing everything we can think of to help her manage the pain. I entered her room with supplies, “Time to freeze yourself.” Mom lay against her pillows in her queen size bed. “It’s that time again?” It’s been…