I didn't post yesterday. Today's post is about where I was.
That phrase for Altzheimers was aptly coined by Patti Davis about her father, Ronald Reagon. I'm in the process now of saying that goodbye to my mother-in-law of twenty-five years. My husband had planned the hour's drive up to her house yesterday, where she lives with her last husband of ten years now. He married her when it looked as if she'd had a minor stroke with some resultant memory problems, but that problem turned out to become Altzeimers.
As most of you know, I'm on a short tether, energy-wise, from CFIDS, and yesterday started with 3 1/2 hour's sleep following throwing up late into the night from something inexplicable that I ate, and waking before dawn. So many trips I've not felt at all like I could make the drive and wanted to go this time, so weaving from lack of sleep, got up there. I want to see her when I can while she still remembers her family. Yes, I know that will eventually go, too.
Right now, she can no longer remember how to sign her name, turn light switches on and off, cut her meat, or dress. Her husband adores her and takes good care. As those of you know who have someone you love with the illness, it's hard to watch a once vital person simply slip away. I lucked out with my mother-in-law. She's been a good one. Not everybody can say that.
I'm including pictures from the visit. You'll see me, my husband with his mom, my mother-in-law and her husband, and their pool out back. I realize these photos won't mean a lot to anyone who doedn't know them, but I wanted to put them into my blog, anyway. Click to enlarge.