The last couple of weeks have been extremely busy, somewhat confusing, kind of emotional. At the beginning of January the owners of the home where mom is living said they were going to be closing their doors and selling the house. So Cindy and I (and Mike, actually he really got the ball rolling) started to call around and see what is out there for someone with "moderate dementia".
Dementia. It is a very sad disease. I have cried a river over this since mom was diagnosed about 1 1/2 years ago. She is only 60. Brought on by years of alcohol abuse.
Can I blame her? I can only love her.
She "hates" Cindy and me and tells us that pretty much every time we see her. Can I blame her? I can only love her.
She doesn't like kids, not even mine. I can only love her and teach Lisa and Katie that in honoring and loving grandma we have to look beyond her words and this wicked disease and see her as Jesus sees her.
We are about to sell her property in a month. That is so overwhelming because the house is in shambles. Her and Rudy were PACKRATS. Wall to wall furniture, clutter, clutter, clutter, old magazines. They didn't throw anything away. We have to something with this stuff. The other thing that is bothering me is that the last time she was there is the day Cindy and I took away from the unsafe situation she was in. She didn't get to pack, to bring HER most treasured possessions. She has been extremely upset about this and tells me that she hopes my girls treat me just the way I have treated her. Have I thought about this-yes. Especially since we just moved. I thought, "what if the girls came here and got me and made me live with one of them and never setting foot in my home again?" We had to move her. Could we have done it another way?
Tomorrow Cindy and I are looking at 2 new homes for her to live. My heart is breaking! I wish that we didn't have to do this. I am thankful that we do not have to put her in a nursing home. I think I would seriously think about quitting and taking care of her myself. Maybe I became a nurse for "such a time as this". ( I am studying Esther)
Dear Holy, Gracious Father, I thank you for this woman that is my mother. I know that she loves you, even with this horrible disease. Thank you for Cindy. Thank you for this opportunity to grow in love and grace and to learn to see people through your eyes and not my selfish eyes. I ask you to direct us to the home that will be the best one for mom, that she will feel safe and secure and will find happiness and peace. Cover her with your love. I ask this in your precious name. Amen.Isaiah 26:3 You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast because he trusts in You.