Week 5

Today is Day 1 of Week 5.  So much has happened since my last post.  8 days ago I came home (Mom and Dads' house) after work to find Dad in bed.  I decided to lie down beside him.  Minutes after I took this photo, he woke up.  He said in a very happy voice, "Hey Julie!"  I asked him how he was.  He replied, "I'm doing pretty good".  He asked me if I was going to church that night (Hmmmm) and then he wanted to know when I was supposed to sing my solo in the cantata.  Ugh.  If you know me, you know that would never happen.  That's when I said, "Dad, we gotta go to the hospital".  I had been warned by several nurses that from now on, if Dad is confused, we are to take him to the emergency room.  

Thankfully, due to his confusion, I was allowed to stay with him in the emergency department.  Around 1:00 a.m.  I left my sweet Dad and came home.  When I arrived the next day, he was in good spirits but very confused.  His comedy was still spot on.  He went back and forth between making lucid statements and crazy remarks.  He thought he was playing baseball and kept trying to pull out his IV.  It was getting in the way of him throwing the baseball.  After four nights, I brought him home.  He should have gone to a rehab facility.  He was clearly not ready to come home.  

The rest of my week has been filled with appointments with an Estate Attorney, Social Worker, Loan Officer at the bank, my therpist and not much sleep.  I'm trying to get my ducks in a row.  My ducks are all over the pond.  

Meanwhile, Mom.  I haven't seen or heard from my mom in over 2 weeks.  3 FaceTime appointments were cancelled due to either technical problems, Mom being asleep or the facilitator being out.  I sent an email to the Administrator (they don't answer the phone) documenting the "terrible" experience we are having.  My prayer is that Mom is having a good experience.  My prayer is that she is content and knows that we have not abandoned her.  We love her so much.  

I'm sitting in their home right now, keeping an eye on Dad.  I haven't been to work in 5 days.  I've lost 8 pounds and my neck is starting to look like a 70 year old neck.  Even so, God is good.  God is my strength.