I gave you a "like" which really meant, "I hear ya."Good afternoon - I'm hoping that me sitting here while Mom watches TV will encourage her to take a nap. Let's just say we're having an ornery day today...
Hopefully, there is one for those that take care of their fathers as well. I hate being left out!I gave you a "like" which really meant, "I hear ya."
This is a good thing you're doing, and there is a special place in Heaven for daughters who care for their parents. I know I'll see you there.
I have a Kuerig at home. Both offices I use have one (one charges for K-cups though...We bought a Keurig shortly after they came out, but it took me another year to kick my Tim Horton's addiction.
Now, I love my Keurig. We have one at home, and Hubby and I each bought one for our office.
I gave you a "like" which really meant, "I hear ya."
This is a good thing you're doing, and there is a special place in Heaven for daughters who care for their parents. I know I'll see you there.
It's easy for daughters to care for their fathers.Hopefully, there is one for those that take care of their fathers as well. I hate being left out!
Amen!It's easy for daughters to care for their fathers.
It's the mother/daughter dynamic that is a little more difficult to navigate.
I feel for you, Nemo! My parents are both gone now and I consider myself extremely lucky that they were able to keep their faculties about them to their death. My father went quickly with a massive heart attack, but, my mother passed away from a long term illness. Yet, she was joking about thing right up to minutes before her passing. Walking away is the best solution because she will probably forget about it within minutes of your departure and there is no real sense in arguing about it.The past few days haven't been too bad - not that much different than caring for an infant actually, but today she's on a roll. It started this morning when she woke up looking for her slippers which she doesn't have here because she "slips" in them. She argued with me that they were right in her closet (they're obviously not) and that she wore them yesterday (obviously she didn't). Then we went through the whole deal about how she thinks she has to go to work today (not!), and her friend would be here soon to pick her up because she doesn't drive (her friend lives in FL). Then at breakfast she insisted that she never eats in her pajamas (she always does) Then a couple of friends were here about a computer problem, so I poured them each a cup of coffee, and gave her one too, black, the way she has always had it for the past 94 years. She started screaming at me that I forgot to put milk in her coffee and how dare I think that she could even drink her coffee without milk, and went on and on yelling about it. I just walk away and try to ignore it, but she's really getting to me today. Must be full moon or something...
I feel for you, Nemo! My parents are both gone now and I consider myself extremely lucky that they were able to keep their faculties about them to their death. My father went quickly with a massive heart attack, but, my mother passed away from a long term illness. Yet, she was joking about thing right up to minutes before her passing. Walking away is the best solution because she will probably forget about it within minutes of your departure and there is no real sense in arguing about it.
My X is a sad state. At her request she is in a nursing home, but, her short term memory is iffy. She remembers who everyone is but cannot tell you what she did this morning. Because of that she cannot hold up her end of a conversation. The girls try and engage her in conversation, but she only responds with short sentences like "that's nice" or "that's too bad" and then the conversation ends and the burden of continuing communication falls on our daughters shoulders. It is very difficult and due to her mental state, amongst other things, I cannot get involved and try to help out. She just sits there starring straight ahead, showing no interest or involvement in any conversation happening around her. And she is just 73 years old, holds a masters in nursing, another masters in gerontology and a dissertation away from having a doctorate in gerontology. It is such a shame to see such a mind lost.
Ex or not, that must be very hard for you, too.I feel for you, Nemo! My parents are both gone now and I consider myself extremely lucky that they were able to keep their faculties about them to their death. My father went quickly with a massive heart attack, but, my mother passed away from a long term illness. Yet, she was joking about thing right up to minutes before her passing. Walking away is the best solution because she will probably forget about it within minutes of your departure and there is no real sense in arguing about it.
My X is a sad state. At her request she is in a nursing home, but, her short term memory is iffy. She remembers who everyone is but cannot tell you what she did this morning. Because of that she cannot hold up her end of a conversation. The girls try and engage her in conversation, but she only responds with short sentences like "that's nice" or "that's too bad" and then the conversation ends and the burden of continuing communication falls on our daughters shoulders. It is very difficult and due to her mental state, amongst other things, I cannot get involved and try to help out. She just sits there starring straight ahead, showing no interest or involvement in any conversation happening around her. And she is just 73 years old, holds a masters in nursing, another masters in gerontology and a dissertation away from having a doctorate in gerontology. It is such a shame to see such a mind lost.
Ex or not, that must be very hard for you, too.
My dad (as you all know!) passed away from cancer at the age of 62. His illness was approx. 4 months from diagnosis to death, although he suffered tremendously for 3 months prior to the cancer confirmation.
After he died (actually during his illness), my mom fell into a beer bottle. When we finally convinced her to move in with us, she weighed 92 lbs and was drinking up to 18 beers a day. And that's Canadian beer!
Thankfully, she had a medical incident which hospitalized her for a week, and was able to dry out 4 months prior to her passing, also at the age of 62.
But boy, oh boy, let me tell you, those first few drunken months that she lived with us were awful. I would hear her stumbling around and falling at all hours of the night, and have to get up and physically put one hand on each hip and walk her to the bathroom. All she wanted to do was drink until she passed out, so she could "dream about him", she said. The situation was pretty difficult. It didn't help that I was so angry with her all the time.
I remember her saying to me one time, "You wouldn't be treating your father this way", and me responding, "My father wouldn't be acting this way".
Good times.
Before she moved in with us, I had high hopes of how things would go. I thought she would join us for dinner, watch t.v. with us, maybe play cards once in a while. Things didn't quite go that way.
Clearly they were better once she stopped drinking, but that's when she decided not to deal with her abdominal aortic aneurysm, and just let nature take its course. By cancelling the surgery, she knew that there was a 20% chance of dying within the first year, 40% in the second ... up to 100% mortality rate within 5 years.
She died less than 2 months after the cancelled operation.
I have since come to say that she died the same day my dad did - it just took us 18 months to bury her.
Each situation is different, and yet they're all the same. Watching your parents, your heroes from childhood, decline sucks. Plain and simple.
I've noticed my mom starting to forget things and this is what I'm worried about it leading to. I can't tell if it is a side effect of the medication she has been taking since completing her radiation treatments, or just something happening around the same time. But it's something I'm going to have to prepare for.The past few days haven't been too bad - not that much different than caring for an infant actually, but today she's on a roll. It started this morning when she woke up looking for her slippers which she doesn't have here because she "slips" in them. She argued with me that they were right in her closet (they're obviously not) and that she wore them yesterday (obviously she didn't). Then we went through the whole deal about how she thinks she has to go to work today (not!), and her friend would be here soon to pick her up because she doesn't drive (her friend lives in FL). Then at breakfast she insisted that she never eats in her pajamas (she always does) Then a couple of friends were here about a computer problem, so I poured them each a cup of coffee, and gave her one too, black, the way she has always had it for the past 94 years. She started screaming at me that I forgot to put milk in her coffee and how dare I think that she could even drink her coffee without milk, and went on and on yelling about it. I just walk away and try to ignore it, but she's really getting to me today. Must be full moon or something...
I forget things too, which really scares me. How old is your mom?I've noticed my mom starting to forget things and this is what I'm worried about it leading to. I can't tell if it is a side effect of the medication she has been taking since completing her radiation treatments, or just something happening around the same time. But it's something I'm going to have to prepare for.
aaah the memories of browsing the web with a 24kbps modem with a lousy noisy filled copper phone line in my hometown...
...Two things.
One, I think I finally figured out @acishere 's screen name. A. C. is here. I think I know you're first name (the "A") from Netflix screencaps you've posted... but am I right? I can be kinda thick at times. :\
Two. I had a bit of a... disagreement with someone in my office over how "white" WDW is. Disney, in general, actually. He claims WDW is for "bored white people" and the Disney Co. is racists for not including black people in any of their cartoons.
Apparently, she doesn't count.
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After bringing her up this idiot dismissed her (and countless other examples) as "not Disney anyhow".
...I ate a second lunch because that Lean Cuisine was a lie. That is not only NOT lunch, it's not food, and it's not going in my tummy ever again.![]()
You have outed my true identity. Now the authorities are going to know where to find me... I better get out of here!
*gets my grab bag from behind a ceiling tile and speeds away in the Nissan Altima*
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