Sigh. The things I've been hearing about Mom. This saintly nurse has become a loud-mouthed, cussing bitch. This is not the woman who raised me.
The woman who raised me liked baking chocolate cakes. She popped her gum while she baked. One day she spent an entire day making a chocolate pie (she loves chocolate). The minute Bruce got home from school, he pulled it out of the frig and promptly dumped it on the floor. Was she mad? No! She laughed. My mom loves to laugh.
She doesn't do that anymore.
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She still does. She's still her silly self a good portion of the time. She still makes up songs, still sings obnoxiously loudly, still rewrites old hymns. She's still there. The Alz is like a jacket she puts on for part of the day. She's still in there. I promise!
ReplyDeleteWow! Looking at this picture to the right at Libby's wedding and looking at her today, she looks SO MUCH BETTER!!!!
ReplyDeleteShe awoke this morning with every marble she's ever had and all the spunk she's ever had! After I colored her hair and she was dressed appropriately, she announced to Shem that she didn't need to go to the doctor anymore. "He's a waste of money. All he does is tell me to lift my arm. He's getting paid for a bunch of nothing! It's a waste of my time, his time, Shem's time, and all that money." When Shem got home, she announced the same thing to him. They had friendly words and out the door they went. While she was gone, I finished her laundry then went back to my study. By the time I came out for dinner, she had already remade her bed, folded all the laundry, and told Shem we need to run the dishwasher as soon as dinner's over. Alrighty then.