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Thursday, June 14, 2018

While I'm Waiting

I listened to this song again last night. It's an old one, but the lyrics mean as much to me now as they did the first time I heard them.

I've been thinking a lot the past few weeks on the verses in Daniel 3, where the three Hebrew children are standing in faith waiting for God to show up. Their faith is so strong, they tell the King that they believe God will show up and there's no need for them to defend themselves.

But it is that last statement that gets me everytime I read it...

Daniel 3:18: "But even if he doesn't, we still won't worship your gods and the gold statue you have set up.”

Even if He doesn't.

Even if we never see the manifestation of what we fully believe was spoken to us a year and a half ago about our move.

Even if we never see complete healing this side of eternity.

Even if God never gives us exactly what we are praying for, believing for, or what we hope to see in our future, we will still love Him.

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Looking Back On The Laughs - Precious Memories 29

One of the many MANY things I miss about my mom is her sense of humor.  She made me laugh.

Her birthday recently passed and I was telling my friend how much I missed laughing with my mom.  We could be together doing nothing at all, and find the funniest things on the most normal mundane days.

After I was married and out on my own, we had a standing weekly date for lunch. She would pick me up at work and we looked forward to this time together every week. It was one of the ways we stayed connected.  Just us girls.

When I was about 8 months pregnant with my son, I had a voracious love of food in general, but specifically…I craved chicken wings.

Don't judge.  I would happily eat platefuls of them much to my husband's shock and fascination. I was never a big eater.  I never cleaned my plate.

Until now.

One day, my mom picked me up and was so excited because she had a new restaurant all picked out. She told me she had heard the chicken wings were really good, and this place was getting rave reviews.

She couldn't remember where she heard about it, but she was convinced I was going to be pleased.

As we began driving, I asked her where it was and she said in her sweet Southern accent...

"It’s somewhere over by the mall and has a really funny name..……they call it Hooters?” 

 (long pause)

We ended up at the salad bar buffet down the road.

*The Precious Memories posts you read here, are dedicated to my mother who battled Alzheimer's. I share snippets of our story, and some things I learned along the way.  

You can start reading our story from the beginning here:
Precious Memories 1 

You can read my last Precious Memories post here:
Stormy Weather - Precious Memories 28

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Stormy Weather - Precious Memories 28

I have mentioned before that I was unaware of the “stages” of Alzheimer’s.

As much as I read and tried to educate myself, I don’t think I could have ever have been prepared for the personality changes that took place so suddenly.

It is hard to say what was more disturbing and painful at each stage, but watching my mom turn into someone that she would never have wanted to be, was rough.

It was one more thing for me to grieve. 

I have intentionally written about some of my childhood memories and what she was like as I grew up, to help me remember. As the disease began to overshadow our lives, it was easy sometimes to forget what she was really like. I go back and read those posts sometimes, to help me hang on to the mom I knew.

So many emotions and thoughts were swirling that my days were a blur. I was a wreck to be honest. Just a walking, numb, mass of confusion most days, struggling to find my way through. Some days I couldn’t accept that she was losing her mind. I hoped and prayed and wished. I had read enough to know that she was going to suffer. She was already suffering, and yet it would get worse unless God chose to take her.

At times I couldn’t stand it – I wanted to beat my fist against the wall and scream. And yet I had to push my anger and grief to the side, and focus on her well being.

The first behaviors I noticed were restless, repetitive movements. I would see her tapping her hand on the table, or rubbing her pant leg repeatedly. In bed, she would “pick” at the bedspread or if given a Kleenex, she would shred them. We quickly learned not to give her photos or important papers of any kind, as they were promptly ripped into pieces!

Then, some anger began to surface. Especially when paranoia or suspicion came into play. Bingo was always a fun and favorite activity of hers, but all of a sudden I noticed that she would become agitated when someone else “won” a prize. She began trying to communicate to me that they were “cheating” and her comprehension of fun and games started to decline. At one point, she went from laughing and moving her bingo cards, to cage fighter mentality, because someone else ‘won”.

Sadly, I realized bingo would have to be over.

It was getting hard to take her to socialize and make sure she didn’t injure herself or others. She would ball up her fist, ready to pummel whoever came near her. At times, she became very territorial and didn’t want anyone near her wheelchair. I would make sure there was wide berth in the hallways and especially the dining area. Anyone violating her space would receive a loud, hearty “NO NO NO!” and a shaking of the fist, warning them to stay back.

If they didn’t respect her wishes, she would often punctuate her phrases with cuss words, letting them know she meant business. I would sit and observe, trying to comprehend this new personality.  My heart just ached.

Sometimes I had to laugh, but at the same time, I was embarrassed for her. 

My mother would not have acted this way in her right mind. I tried to study and educate myself on how to keep her aggression levels down and create as much calm for her as I could. I also learned that at times, her acting out was a sign of not feeling well.

UTI’s (urinary tract infections) are very common in dementia patients and the elderly (something else I didn’t know). She had several of these over the course of her diagnosis, though she hadn’t had any issues with them that I could remember growing up.

Her immune system was weak and as a result, she would easily develop a UTI. We worked really hard to make sure she was clean, bathed and properly cared for. It was just something that happened and when it did, it would cause her to lash out.

Overstimulation was another trigger. My mom did best with a calm, normal, predictable routine. She never enjoyed crowds when she was in her right mind and she certainly didn’t enjoy them, once she had Alzheimer’s.

Overall, I took a crash course in how to expect the unexpected. 

Though her physical body was still with me, my mother was gone.

I had to learn how to honor and love the shell of a woman, she left behind, and keep her as comfortable as I could.


*The Precious Memories posts you read here, are dedicated to my mother who battled Alzheimer's. I share snippets of our story, and some things I learned along the way.  

You can start reading our story from the beginning here:
Precious Memories 1 

You can read my last Precious Memories post here:
Rules Of Engagement -Precious Memories 27

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Worth Waiting For


The action of staying where one is or delaying action until a particular time or until something else happens.

To remain stationary in readiness or expectation

Almost a year ago, I wrote about the prompting we sensed, and that change was coming.   

And it has.     

But the change that has taken place so far, has been mostly inside of me.

I am learning that waiting on something you really want or need, is a test of sorts.

It can also be a time of character building, patience stretching, attitude adjusting, and heart softening.  

 God's timing isn't my timing.  In a world that screams speed, and the need to "instant" everything from coffee to pressure cookers, I find myself being directed to wait.  And it is so incredibly hard.  

I whisper to myself multiple times a day, "Isaac, not Ishmael", as my own personal reminder to be patient.

I have learned there are some blessings in the waiting, as far as my own personal journey is concerned.   It is possible to wait patiently, because scripture tells us so. Psalm 40:40 shows what happened when David waited patiently on the Lord:

Psalm 4021st Century King James Version (KJ21)

I waited patiently for the Lord; and He inclined unto me and heard my cry.
 He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings.
Waiting on God is worth it.  
Isaiah tells us that waiting on the Lord renews our strength.  Other scriptures show that waiting teaches us to draw near and get closer to God.  Waiting teaches us where to direct our hope and confidence (not in man!).  Waiting humbles us.
Waiting on God to move means that we have been brought to a place where in and of ourselves, we can't correct or improve whatever is going on.  We can't do this alone, and He doesn't want us to.
And so I continue to put my trust in Him, knowing that God is in control.

Friday, November 24, 2017

Rules of Engagement - Precious Memories 27

Before 2017 comes to an end, two of my close friends will have earned the title of mother-in law. 

I've been thinking a lot about in-laws (especially during the holidays) and how my mom handled her title.

Looking back, I think that my mom tried to be the mother-in-law she never had.  Her experience was typical of the nightmares you hear about. My mom didn't want to be the one repeating that in the family cycle, so she took a different approach.  She had a fantastic relationship with my husband, and they were very good friends from the start.

Her official role began when the ring went on my finger. And from that moment, she let us both know that this upcoming wedding was about "US".  Only the two people saying the "I Do" should have the say-so and that was her stance leading up to our wedding day.  She was a staunch supporter of "let the bride have her day."  I appreciated that she never once forced her opinions or suggestions on us.  Even when my then fiance' and I asked her about something, she would ask us what we wanted. Wedding planning was a joy with her, because she kept the focus on us.  Any opposition, heartache and headache we had (and we had our fair share), did not come from her.  She affirmed our choices and encouraged us to do things our way.  

The only thing I know for sure that she didn't like about our wedding, was the stress we were caused by others who thought they had a right to express their opinions and requests.  (but that's an entirely different blog)

After the wedding was over, my mom observed careful boundaries.  She set these herself, we never had to establish any ground rules with her.  She was always welcome in our home, but never dropped in.  She would call first to make sure it was a good time and ASK if she could stop by. No matter how many times we told her she didn't have to do that, she simply honored our marriage and showed us respect.  She had a key to our home and yet never just let herself in.  

She never asked us about personal things like finances, income, our sex life or other off limit topics. She never got into our personal business or disagreements. My husband treated her as if she were his own mother, and she responded in kind.  We both knew, she would never stand for either of us running home to her to "tattle" or talk bad about our spouse.  She would not take sides. And if she knew we were going through something, she certainly never went and told anyone else about it.  She did not share information about us or gossip.

She didn't tell us how to raise our son, or what we were doing wrong.  She had years of knowledge in child rearing, and could have easily pointed out the many errors we made.  Instead, she encouraged us and would give us breaks, as needed.  When she watched our son for us, she would abide by our wishes. She didn't sneak him candy and pop in an attempt to undermine our parenting. Our rules were her rules and that was that.

Over the years, my mom built a solid, strong relationship with my husband. There was never any doubt in my mind that they loved each other. My husband and mom never had a cross word between them. He was with me the day that she passed away, at her side as he stood by my side. My mom knew she was leaving me in good hands.

At her funeral, he spoke about what a priceless treasure he had.  He knew that not everyone had the same experience in life with their mother-in-law, and he talked about how grateful he was to have known her.  

I wasn't the only one she left with precious memories.   

*The Precious Memories posts you read here, are dedicated to my mother who battled Alzheimer's. I share snippets of our story, and some things I learned along the way.  

You can start reading our story from the beginning here:
Precious Memories 1 

You can read my last Precious Memories post here:
The Bridge That Love Built -Precious Memories 26

Sunday, November 19, 2017

The Bridge That Love Built -Precious Memories 26

Whenever I hear The Judds sing “Love Can Build A Bridge” it reminds me of our journey through Alzheimers.   

The lyrics go like this:

I'd gladly walk across the desert

With no shoes upon my feet

To share with you the last bite
Of bread I had to eat
I would swim out to save you
In your sea of broken dreams
When all your hopes are sinkin'
Let me show you what love means

Love can build a bridge

Between your heart and mine

Love can build a bridge
Don't you think it's time?
Don't you think it's time?

Love is the bridge that got me over the thorny, stony places when my heart was pierced with grief.

Love is the bridge that took me over troubled swirling waters, as I cried my way home.

Love is the bridge that took me above the twisted confusing roads, strange and unfamiliar.

Love was the bridge that kept our hearts connected as her mind slipped away.

*The Precious Memories posts you read here, are dedicated to my mother who battled Alzheimer's. I share snippets of our story, and some things I learned along the way.  

You can start reading our story from the beginning here:
Precious Memories 1 

You can read my last Precious Memories post here:
Might As Well Laugh 

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Might As Well Laugh - Precious Memories 25

As our journey through the horrible minefield of Alzheimer’s was coming to the end, I had to find a way to celebrate small moments of hope and joy.   As her moments of clarity became fewer and farther between, I learned to be grateful for them.

I tried to celebrate them, instead of mourn them. The small things, suddenly became the big things. A smile, a hug, her recognizing who I was.   Her reaching out to me, calling me “the baby.”

The face she made when I told her how old I was on my last birthday. The big smile she gave me, as she woke up from her nap and realized I was there.

The twinkle in her eye, when she said something she wasn’t supposed to, usually a naughty word.

The look on her face, when she smelled her favorite lotion.

I had many things to celebrate, even during the darkest moments of this horrible disease.

As time progressed, I relied on a sense of humor to cope. As I begin to think back on some of the funny memories, they now bring me comfort.  When I laugh, her laughter lives on through me.

During some of our visits, my mother would give me what she considered to be very useful "advice". Back when she was still communicating pretty well, and able to be in assisted living, I used to stop by, help her shower, and get her pajamas on before bed. Some of my fondest memories stem from this time and some of biggest laughs we had, took place during these evenings.

While it wasn't exactly "convenient" for me to go and do this several times a week, it was time well spent.   

Please read that sentence again, sweet caregivers.

It may not be convenient and I know you are tired.  But you are investing in precious memories.

One night, I arrived to find her looking around her room. She finally picked up her shoe and proceeded to "hide" her watch deep down inside.  When I asked her why she was hiding her watch, she looked around conspiratorially and said in a whisper, "Because you just never know."

I knew better than to question her so I replied, "Okay.  Good advice, Mom."  We went on with our task and about 30 minutes later, as I was helping her dress she looked at me with a puzzled, concerned expression.  I asked her what was wrong and she said..........

"Anybody seen my watch?"

I lost it.  I could not help myself, and I burst into a laughing fit.  She laughed too and we both had tears coming out of our eyes.

Remember, when you have a choice in this journey whether to laugh or might as well laugh.

I look back and know that I was left with a priceless gift. My mother taught me to love God and family, have a strong work ethic, always have a good book, and learn to laugh at what life throws your way.

I can't wait to hear her laugh again someday.

*The Precious Memories posts you read here, are dedicated to my mother who battled Alzheimer's. I share snippets of our story, and some things I learned along the way.  

You can start reading our story from the beginning here:
Precious Memories 1 

You can read my last Precious Memories post here:
The Birthday Gift - Precious Memories 24