That must be so frustrating, Julie. You stand there, and look at what you have to do, and have no idea how you are going to accomplish it. Or you wonder if just this time, it might go differently. Or you wish you had anticipated this one time, and that you had planned differently.
And I know it isn't all just sitting by his side, holding his hand. It's mostly fixing, putting away, taking out, cleaning up, keeping count, watching over, and making do, without knowing at all how long you will be doing this, or when it will change.
you know, I used to shy away from this forum, because I couldn't understand what people were talking about, or how they could talk about these things. Now, that I know more about it, I stand in awe of people like you, who keep getting up in the morning (or in the middle of the night), and keep on taking care.
I can't make it better, I can only cheer you on right now. So, GO JULIE!.
My mom was put on a ventilator, because she had two pulmonary embolisms and two DVTs and she wasn't getting enough oxygen to her brain. They medicated her, and tubed her. I talked to Dad this morning, and she was better, and they think she'll be off the oxygen tube tonight. They're just hoping to get the blood clots dissolved. She probably got them in traveling on the flight to Arizona, but she really wanted to be there. I told Dad to be secure in knowing he did just what she wanted, and that he couldn't have done anything different.
I am still planning on going down next week. I even have my Ativan ready.
Spent yesterday and today talking finances with the attorney and accountant, and trying to get paperwork straightened out. I want to stop and wrap presents, for when we get back, but don't have the time yet. We had our office Christmas party today, and I ate all kinds of stuff that I wouldn't touch unless I had to eat it to seem grateful, and my stomach was rebelling all evening. Had some leftover California rolls, and that seemed to help. Now, for a glass of wine. That will really help.
Tip of the glass to you, Julie. I'm glad you got the booklet, and hope it helps. I still cry when I look in it. Today, one of Doran's friends called to say he was still mad at Doran for dying and not being at Rotary to eat lunch with him. We had a couple of good laughs over that, and it didn't hurt too much. But I found myself wishing I could tell him about it!
Stephany in Iowa