Melora
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I know all too well what you are going through. I brought my mother to live with and she has end stage Parkinsons Disease and she is very bad off. Gotten to the point where she can barely talk or hold her head up. But when she can, she can be mean and resentful.
Right before Thanksgiving she called me into her room and asked what was happening for Thanksgiving. I said I was cooking (I had told her this already). Then she asked. Well what are Josie (her live in help) and I going to do? Should we go out and buy food? (#1, she is bedridden, and #2 Josie doesnt drive) No of course not I said.... Why would you say that? I said Im cooking, Jeffs parents are going to be here and we all have dinner together. (Well she would have to stay in her room but we would all visit). Well you didnt invite me, you didnt say anything at all, I figured you just didnt want me to be included in your holiday. You never care about me.... you don't love me, no one in this house cares about me, no one visits me. Why am I even here?
(None of that is true!)
And that was a nice moment for her!
This is the hardest thing I have ever done. Watching her suffer as badly as she is. She moans and hollars and throws tantrums and its hard to feel sorry for her sometimes.
Right before Thanksgiving she called me into her room and asked what was happening for Thanksgiving. I said I was cooking (I had told her this already). Then she asked. Well what are Josie (her live in help) and I going to do? Should we go out and buy food? (#1, she is bedridden, and #2 Josie doesnt drive) No of course not I said.... Why would you say that? I said Im cooking, Jeffs parents are going to be here and we all have dinner together. (Well she would have to stay in her room but we would all visit). Well you didnt invite me, you didnt say anything at all, I figured you just didnt want me to be included in your holiday. You never care about me.... you don't love me, no one in this house cares about me, no one visits me. Why am I even here?
(None of that is true!)And that was a nice moment for her!
This is the hardest thing I have ever done. Watching her suffer as badly as she is. She moans and hollars and throws tantrums and its hard to feel sorry for her sometimes.