Life. It just gets more interesting as I age.
Parents. Declining health. Focusing on their care , their needs. Hoping to make things comfortable for them, and looking for comfort in that myself.
Packing items. The items that were the cherished items that were kept from the big move from their home. Items with sentimental value. Photo albums. Lots of photo albums. Mom loved her photos and proudly organized them and loved to reflect while flipping through the images.
Ornaments. Great grammas china. Antique plates. Tartan jackets and kilts. Some Wallace tartan items.
And framed pictures. Mom took pride in matting and framing pictures of our ancestors. Both sides of the family. George and Clara Wolfe. George who tragically died when run over by his tractor. Apparently months before he was leaving the farm. Clara. I remember gramma Wolfe. I remember sitting on her knee I loved her to bits. And I remember the ambulance that took her away from our home. As I watched from a neighbours. A tiny girl that didn't get it and didn't want her gramma gone. I little girl that then feared death and dark and being alone. The photos of these two my grandparents brought these and many other thoughts. Their marriage certificate tactfully framed. Still makes me wonder why the minister had put the wrong name for my grampa. Then merely crossed it out.replacing James with George Rather than issue a new one!
Gramma and grampa Wallace. Their wedding photo. She was young. So young. I knew my grandparents both on moms side. Loved them very much ! My childhood is abundant with memories of fun times at their house. Playing cards , toasting raisin bread on the fireplace, gathering fire rocks or dancing with siblings , cousins, and all to The mamas and papas , Rolling Stones or one of the many Beatle songs we would play over and over. Herman's hermits. Dave Clark five. So much fun.
Nights with accordions fiddles and playing the spoons.
Their picture brought back these memories
Memories. Tied to trinkets photos and so many keepsakes. Tied to CDs , to song books. The calendars mom kept. Important events recorded on certain dates. From eye appts to anniversaries to heart attacks and illnesses. All there on calendars. Notebooks with every event that happened that mattered to mom . Recorded. Hand written. Tyler's first tooth. Donna swallowing a nickle and then the "recovery " of that nickle ! My teeth getting broken off while tobogganing. My kids progress ! Her sisters and brothers life events. All there written in her books.
She can't read the books. She can't see the pictures she can't sit and share her memories. Or tell us who's dishes the pink ones are. Or who should get the doll my grandma dressed with her own hands in the Wallace tartan.
She can laugh at herself. She does love her favourite songs still and she thanks us for visiting her and loving her.
Dad. Just wants up go home. To his house.
I think they are comfortable
Now all is packed up. I am not in that zone called comfort yet. It will take time. Acceptance. Grief. So many losses. So much change. The nightly phone calls. The visits at Mulberry. The knowing that when I was thinking of mom. She was usually thinking of me. I would think of calling her and the phone would ring. It would be her.
Life the older I get. The more I learn. The more I grow. The more I accept. Yet there is so much that I fail to understand.
Night
Monday, 22 September 2014
Thursday, 10 April 2014
Frazzled!!!!!
Well what an interesting 3 weeks.
It all started with the decision that mom was not able to care for dad any longer. I would do my best to find him a good care home ! My dad was assessed and the pallative care coordinator informed me that he was not eligible for long term care. My options hire more help in or place him in a private care home!
At 30$ am hour in home care was getting expensive and mom was wearing out with the constant coming and going of home care etc. so I toured the three most popular homes and as in a previous blog i mentioned that I chose Chez Nous. Beautiful old house, good activity schedule, lots of great recommendations and pretty darn nice staff. We moved dad in on the Monday! As the week progressed things just didn't seem as promised. Same clothes worn day after day . Constant blood sugar lows, and dad seemed sad ! He had fallen twice the one time he lost his wallet in the process and no one bothered to help him find it! I did when I got there!We were soon to learn one if not some of he staff thought that a low blood sugar needed to be treated with insulin. Very opposite from the truth ! Saturday my daughter witnessed how his diabetes was being mismanaged. Given a shot of insulin while In a low then fed enough sugar to put him in a high. An employee ready to give more insulin for the high thank goodness Kim was there and found his blood sugar was infect not high and she prevented the employee from giving the insulin or he would have crashed again all very serious stuff !
Then Sunday we all went to visit. Dad's pants were soaked to his knees down the front , socks urine stained and he smelled really really bad! I changed him his protective shorts were soaked and my attempts to sponge bath him were useless. We decided then and there he would be leaving chez nous. This wasn't in the plan at all we had hooked up cable installed a wall mount tv and I had decorated the room so it would be home. Care was number one and home he would go. Or do I thought !
2 am. My phone rings. Dad is on his way to hospital by ambulance blood sugar very low! I get to hospital and the ambulance driver is someone I know very well! He tells me that the employee at chez nous ran and got dad's insulin and told him dad would need it as he was having a low blood sugar 1.9 is very low and the EMT told me a shot of insulin could have killed him! I was furious and grateful they did not give him the insulin before the ambulance got there.
( I have since heard many bad reports about chez Nous. Change of ownership several months ago has meant changes for the worst others have pulled family members put and hour complaints were made to the authorities I. Charge)
Thankfully he was bathed the next morning and received excellent care in hospital
On the weds after being admitted the palliative care coordinator told me they would access dad for longterm care again it looked promising. Thursday I was told no again! Friday I received an email tellingly that they were considering him for long term again and that dad's case worker was fighting for us/him! I called her and she was happy to say ghat it was going to happen he would be eligible! All that was needed was the paperwork to be signed! A meeting was set at the hospital for Monday morning!
We were all there I felt a sense of relief as longterm care means dad would be looked after by RNs not LPNs so better qualified nurses for his conditions.
The pallative care coordinator no sooner started talking then she told us due to nurses notes on the weekend dad did not qualify! &$;:@()@@
Good weekend. They had to call the heart specialist on Saturday dad thought he was dying chest pains blacked out. Can barely walk , blood sugar concerns and many other concerns. Nope dad was going home
Well he is at home. Other stuff has gone on. Home are trying to get him on a drug that is dangerous for diabetics. I put a stop on that! Homecare demanding into spray cause it was on hospital orders. When in fact it was dad's nitro patches ! Them coming and going and driving mom nuts
Good news I have hired a very nice lady to care for mom and dad! She quit the company that I had originally hired to help dad. We scooped her up! She is like another daughter for mom mostly. But dad loves her too
With her help and me limiting home care to one visit a day and taken away their rights to diagnose or getting Dr. to prescribe meds things are going smoothly
Kim has been a huge help at one point I wanted to string her up now we are working together.
Dad is relaxed and Theresa the hired lady can get him to eat she keeps him
Clean and well looked after
Mom is misbehaving lol. She loves Theresa and they play games visit look at photo albums and giggle ALOT!!!my nerves are frazzled. I do hope this gets easier at some point throughout it all it is not my parents that are the problem it is all of the"resources" the government has made available to make my life easier ! I'm considering firing them all.
Off to bed. One last note we are all getting older. Who will take care of us????
It all started with the decision that mom was not able to care for dad any longer. I would do my best to find him a good care home ! My dad was assessed and the pallative care coordinator informed me that he was not eligible for long term care. My options hire more help in or place him in a private care home!
At 30$ am hour in home care was getting expensive and mom was wearing out with the constant coming and going of home care etc. so I toured the three most popular homes and as in a previous blog i mentioned that I chose Chez Nous. Beautiful old house, good activity schedule, lots of great recommendations and pretty darn nice staff. We moved dad in on the Monday! As the week progressed things just didn't seem as promised. Same clothes worn day after day . Constant blood sugar lows, and dad seemed sad ! He had fallen twice the one time he lost his wallet in the process and no one bothered to help him find it! I did when I got there!We were soon to learn one if not some of he staff thought that a low blood sugar needed to be treated with insulin. Very opposite from the truth ! Saturday my daughter witnessed how his diabetes was being mismanaged. Given a shot of insulin while In a low then fed enough sugar to put him in a high. An employee ready to give more insulin for the high thank goodness Kim was there and found his blood sugar was infect not high and she prevented the employee from giving the insulin or he would have crashed again all very serious stuff !
Then Sunday we all went to visit. Dad's pants were soaked to his knees down the front , socks urine stained and he smelled really really bad! I changed him his protective shorts were soaked and my attempts to sponge bath him were useless. We decided then and there he would be leaving chez nous. This wasn't in the plan at all we had hooked up cable installed a wall mount tv and I had decorated the room so it would be home. Care was number one and home he would go. Or do I thought !
2 am. My phone rings. Dad is on his way to hospital by ambulance blood sugar very low! I get to hospital and the ambulance driver is someone I know very well! He tells me that the employee at chez nous ran and got dad's insulin and told him dad would need it as he was having a low blood sugar 1.9 is very low and the EMT told me a shot of insulin could have killed him! I was furious and grateful they did not give him the insulin before the ambulance got there.
( I have since heard many bad reports about chez Nous. Change of ownership several months ago has meant changes for the worst others have pulled family members put and hour complaints were made to the authorities I. Charge)
Thankfully he was bathed the next morning and received excellent care in hospital
On the weds after being admitted the palliative care coordinator told me they would access dad for longterm care again it looked promising. Thursday I was told no again! Friday I received an email tellingly that they were considering him for long term again and that dad's case worker was fighting for us/him! I called her and she was happy to say ghat it was going to happen he would be eligible! All that was needed was the paperwork to be signed! A meeting was set at the hospital for Monday morning!
We were all there I felt a sense of relief as longterm care means dad would be looked after by RNs not LPNs so better qualified nurses for his conditions.
The pallative care coordinator no sooner started talking then she told us due to nurses notes on the weekend dad did not qualify! &$;:@()@@
Good weekend. They had to call the heart specialist on Saturday dad thought he was dying chest pains blacked out. Can barely walk , blood sugar concerns and many other concerns. Nope dad was going home
Well he is at home. Other stuff has gone on. Home are trying to get him on a drug that is dangerous for diabetics. I put a stop on that! Homecare demanding into spray cause it was on hospital orders. When in fact it was dad's nitro patches ! Them coming and going and driving mom nuts
Good news I have hired a very nice lady to care for mom and dad! She quit the company that I had originally hired to help dad. We scooped her up! She is like another daughter for mom mostly. But dad loves her too
With her help and me limiting home care to one visit a day and taken away their rights to diagnose or getting Dr. to prescribe meds things are going smoothly
Kim has been a huge help at one point I wanted to string her up now we are working together.
Dad is relaxed and Theresa the hired lady can get him to eat she keeps him
Clean and well looked after
Mom is misbehaving lol. She loves Theresa and they play games visit look at photo albums and giggle ALOT!!!my nerves are frazzled. I do hope this gets easier at some point throughout it all it is not my parents that are the problem it is all of the"resources" the government has made available to make my life easier ! I'm considering firing them all.
Off to bed. One last note we are all getting older. Who will take care of us????
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Black Pearl is FOR SALE
Well I am sure everyone wants to hear about me and my tie to Black Pearl....my 2010 Matrix I have to find a new home for
Well it all started about 8 years ago....in the Little City of Moose Jaw...
I drove down Grace Street everyday and I noticed this little white car that seemed abandoned in a drive way.. It wasn't in great shape but it seemed to need a new owner.... I had an old Toyota (89 or something I loved them old Toyotas) anyway I had been hit in it and it got written off... I woudl drive by this little Nissan Sentra and say almost jokingly that little baby will be mine...it wasn't even for sale SO Tom didn't quite get how it would be mine... I even joked about how I could just go knock in the door and beg them to sell it to me....followed by glares of " are you an idiot or what?" looks...
Well I gave up on the little white car and went vehicless for some time.....then one day my sons friend came in to our shop...HE was sad his Aunt had died...he was in charge of selling her house and car...Well where was this house and car?????ON the corner of Grace and 11th Avenue.....
the same little car I had wanted to and for some reason new I would own was for sale!!!! I had first chance.
I looked at the car with all its dents and imperfections and I said sold...
Rions friend was happy and shared many stories about his aunt and how this car was special to her....
One day I was out in my drive way tidying and cleaning my "new" car it was by the way a 1990..far from new.
My neighbour came across and said OMG you have Pearl's car...Pearl???she said yes she was a teacher with me....She was a horrible driver and when she would go to park in the lot you just prayed she didn't park near you ,,,,and if you parked after her you parked miles away. All in attempt to avoid a collision with Pearl.... She told me one time Pearl had driven off the Riverhurst ferry straight in to the river with her parents on board,,,apparently the lady Pearl that owned the car before me ......had a reputation similar to me...................I had been in many accidents not any were my fault but none the less I had acquired the name "CRASH"
Well well I decided right then and there that the cars name would be Pearl and I would be watched over when driving by Angel Pearl the previous owner......Rions friends aunt..
I drove that dinged up little white car for over three years ACCIDENT FREE!!!!!!!!!!!
Well along came the year I would turn 50...It was time for a Brand New Car I decided,,,,I had never owned a brand new one figured I was finally old enough ...lol... so I went to Toyota and decided on the Matrix....as I was looking through the brochures my salesman came in and said "Guess what a brand new 2010 Matrix just came in the doors" I said what colour? His reply "Black Pearl" Well I heard that and said SOLD!
I sold "white" Pearl to a lady Amber knew and she called her Pearl right up until the day she sold it ...
after all we all can use a guardian angel while driving...She told the story of Pearl when she sold it and I think the new owner was going to call the Sentra Pearl as well.
So Black Pearl is up for sale......I didn't have a Pearl connection with my Subaru I asked Zak if I should call her orange Pearl...he thought not..didn't sound right he said...so Lil Pumpkin she will be...
What about Pearl...???
Well I moved my dad into a care home this week....on Sunday I went into the staff room to get the key for his room. I told them I was here for the key for my dads room. Tyson Wolfe...room 206...
The lady replied "OH Pearls room!!!""
Yes I am sure we still have Pearl with us.....I know now she is right where I need her ............watching over my dad....
Thanks Pearl....you are my angel for sure...
2010 Matrix Black Pearl for sale any takers???
Well it all started about 8 years ago....in the Little City of Moose Jaw...
I drove down Grace Street everyday and I noticed this little white car that seemed abandoned in a drive way.. It wasn't in great shape but it seemed to need a new owner.... I had an old Toyota (89 or something I loved them old Toyotas) anyway I had been hit in it and it got written off... I woudl drive by this little Nissan Sentra and say almost jokingly that little baby will be mine...it wasn't even for sale SO Tom didn't quite get how it would be mine... I even joked about how I could just go knock in the door and beg them to sell it to me....followed by glares of " are you an idiot or what?" looks...
Well I gave up on the little white car and went vehicless for some time.....then one day my sons friend came in to our shop...HE was sad his Aunt had died...he was in charge of selling her house and car...Well where was this house and car?????ON the corner of Grace and 11th Avenue.....
the same little car I had wanted to and for some reason new I would own was for sale!!!! I had first chance.
I looked at the car with all its dents and imperfections and I said sold...
Rions friend was happy and shared many stories about his aunt and how this car was special to her....
One day I was out in my drive way tidying and cleaning my "new" car it was by the way a 1990..far from new.
My neighbour came across and said OMG you have Pearl's car...Pearl???she said yes she was a teacher with me....She was a horrible driver and when she would go to park in the lot you just prayed she didn't park near you ,,,,and if you parked after her you parked miles away. All in attempt to avoid a collision with Pearl.... She told me one time Pearl had driven off the Riverhurst ferry straight in to the river with her parents on board,,,apparently the lady Pearl that owned the car before me ......had a reputation similar to me...................I had been in many accidents not any were my fault but none the less I had acquired the name "CRASH"
Well well I decided right then and there that the cars name would be Pearl and I would be watched over when driving by Angel Pearl the previous owner......Rions friends aunt..
I drove that dinged up little white car for over three years ACCIDENT FREE!!!!!!!!!!!
Well along came the year I would turn 50...It was time for a Brand New Car I decided,,,,I had never owned a brand new one figured I was finally old enough ...lol... so I went to Toyota and decided on the Matrix....as I was looking through the brochures my salesman came in and said "Guess what a brand new 2010 Matrix just came in the doors" I said what colour? His reply "Black Pearl" Well I heard that and said SOLD!
I sold "white" Pearl to a lady Amber knew and she called her Pearl right up until the day she sold it ...
after all we all can use a guardian angel while driving...She told the story of Pearl when she sold it and I think the new owner was going to call the Sentra Pearl as well.
So Black Pearl is up for sale......I didn't have a Pearl connection with my Subaru I asked Zak if I should call her orange Pearl...he thought not..didn't sound right he said...so Lil Pumpkin she will be...
What about Pearl...???
Well I moved my dad into a care home this week....on Sunday I went into the staff room to get the key for his room. I told them I was here for the key for my dads room. Tyson Wolfe...room 206...
The lady replied "OH Pearls room!!!""
Yes I am sure we still have Pearl with us.....I know now she is right where I need her ............watching over my dad....
Thanks Pearl....you are my angel for sure...
2010 Matrix Black Pearl for sale any takers???
Thursday, 20 March 2014
que sera sera what ever will be will be See you at Chez Nous "with us"
Well it has been a tougher than usual two days.
After 56 years of being together my mom and dad will be living apart starting Monday of next week.
It is sad that it has to be the way it is...Dad needs care and mom need rest.
He will be moving in to Chez Nous in Moose Jaw . A big old residence that nuns lived in has been converted into a seniors home.( I had originally typed a big old nuns residence but I knew what I would hear from all the Wallace clan.....Was she that big)
ANYWAY
The first thing I noticed when I walked in to the building was a feeling of warmth . Then as I met residents came the feeling of contentment...these people seemed very happy and they interacted with me and the staff showing me around like we were all family. Nice indeed.
Its bright its warm and it is very very homey....
Dads room will be off the activity room for now.. There might be a change we will see how that goes.
Might be too much activity for him and then again it might be just what he needs ....
Mom liked Chez Nous when I took her today...I think she felt ready to move in too. The nice thing is when she is ready she can move in ...They will find them a bigger room and make it work...
Remember I had to think of the cat for now..
Mulberry is the only place that will take a cat. So mom will live with Sammer and she can visit dad and we can even take Sammer to visit .. Sammer just can't live at Chez Nous..Dad loves Sammy so that is really good.. Kim can take her Min Pin too the residents will love her
Anyway just had this all to say .... shedding a few tears as we enter this next stage of life....
Take Care
Check Out Chez Nous on the Net. Nice Place
After 56 years of being together my mom and dad will be living apart starting Monday of next week.
It is sad that it has to be the way it is...Dad needs care and mom need rest.
He will be moving in to Chez Nous in Moose Jaw . A big old residence that nuns lived in has been converted into a seniors home.( I had originally typed a big old nuns residence but I knew what I would hear from all the Wallace clan.....Was she that big)
ANYWAY
The first thing I noticed when I walked in to the building was a feeling of warmth . Then as I met residents came the feeling of contentment...these people seemed very happy and they interacted with me and the staff showing me around like we were all family. Nice indeed.
Its bright its warm and it is very very homey....
Dads room will be off the activity room for now.. There might be a change we will see how that goes.
Might be too much activity for him and then again it might be just what he needs ....
Mom liked Chez Nous when I took her today...I think she felt ready to move in too. The nice thing is when she is ready she can move in ...They will find them a bigger room and make it work...
Remember I had to think of the cat for now..
Mulberry is the only place that will take a cat. So mom will live with Sammer and she can visit dad and we can even take Sammer to visit .. Sammer just can't live at Chez Nous..Dad loves Sammy so that is really good.. Kim can take her Min Pin too the residents will love her
Anyway just had this all to say .... shedding a few tears as we enter this next stage of life....
Take Care
Check Out Chez Nous on the Net. Nice Place
Thursday, 13 February 2014
A Poster made by me hung alongside my bed when I was a teenager.....I wasn't a Black Sabbath fan so Much and I am not even sure where I found the words in their song but here they are...
Just remember love is life
And hate is living death
Treat your life for what its worth
And live for every breath
Looking back I've lived and learned
But now I'm wondering
Here I wait and only guess
What this next life will bring
The words must have meant something to the 16 year old girl I was at the time...
and as I age the meaning becomes clearer and clearer........
Today I found myself thinking the words and examining the meaning...
what did it mean to me then????? why was it important enough for me to create a large poster that I would read every night before bed....words that I would carry with me through life....
Obviously I was thinking about life and how to live it and death and the mystery of it....
Today I see my parents aging.....I see myself aging ..
My dad said to me to day ....he wished he could be young again....I said I wish you could be too.....I told him how shitty I thought it was that just when we get things figured out our time is gone..
He agreed and the conversation ended.....
THE words in the song have me reflecting and wondering not about the next life but about life as I know it now......life as i have lived it to this point... I know there is no going back . As I see the changes my parents are going through I see even more necessity in living life for what its worth...What is it worth....is there a value......there is ....there is value in each breath we take ...there is value in the relationships we are in, value in the air we breathe and value in existence.....
I have hated ...too much and loved too little all the while doing my best to do neither.....
The more I love the better I feel inside and out.... I live
When I hate ....I am bitter and callus and cruel....I die
I think today I will venture in to my new life......one that I do my very best to Love and make each breath worthwhile.....why wait....why wonder????why guess........
I have lived and learned ........now to live and love...
Thanks Black Sabbath maybe soon I will listen to this song
I have never heard it..................
Just remember love is life
And hate is living death
Treat your life for what its worth
And live for every breath
Looking back I've lived and learned
But now I'm wondering
Here I wait and only guess
What this next life will bring
The words must have meant something to the 16 year old girl I was at the time...
and as I age the meaning becomes clearer and clearer........
Today I found myself thinking the words and examining the meaning...
what did it mean to me then????? why was it important enough for me to create a large poster that I would read every night before bed....words that I would carry with me through life....
Obviously I was thinking about life and how to live it and death and the mystery of it....
Today I see my parents aging.....I see myself aging ..
My dad said to me to day ....he wished he could be young again....I said I wish you could be too.....I told him how shitty I thought it was that just when we get things figured out our time is gone..
He agreed and the conversation ended.....
THE words in the song have me reflecting and wondering not about the next life but about life as I know it now......life as i have lived it to this point... I know there is no going back . As I see the changes my parents are going through I see even more necessity in living life for what its worth...What is it worth....is there a value......there is ....there is value in each breath we take ...there is value in the relationships we are in, value in the air we breathe and value in existence.....
I have hated ...too much and loved too little all the while doing my best to do neither.....
The more I love the better I feel inside and out.... I live
When I hate ....I am bitter and callus and cruel....I die
I think today I will venture in to my new life......one that I do my very best to Love and make each breath worthwhile.....why wait....why wonder????why guess........
I have lived and learned ........now to live and love...
Thanks Black Sabbath maybe soon I will listen to this song
I have never heard it..................
Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Goodbye 2013 Hello 2014
I sit here thinking about the year that just was.... and the year that will be....
the pressing question is ...what can I do to improve me , my life, my world..
In 2013 there was the winter that wouldn't end , the spring that never was and the calmest summer I can recall for sometime.....
There were reunions with old friends and visits from far away guests. Hard times and good times...
There were a few deaths that I want to mention ....Mrs. Boyd... a lady that was a significant part of my child hood....she was the mother of 8 children . A lady that cared for foster children eventually adopting a young girl with cerebral palsy....Her husband died when her youngest child was around 9 .
How do I remember Joan Boyd.... I remember her calling her boys in for super or for bedtime...Roger , Neil, Gene and if you ask any of us that were kids in those days they will tell you it is one of their most memorable memories of her......I have other special memories like the shower she had for me when my son was born and the day she taught me how to make choke cherry juice and jelly. RIP Joan your memory lives on in many of us... Her daughter died too a short time later.... RIP Sandy.
MY aunt Sharon Wallace passed on this year as well... My memories of Sharon when I was a little girl are of a very beautiful and well spoken lady that always dressed well and rarely did I see her without a smile on her face.... She fought the BIG C battle and she never lost ........not in my eyes ........she went down fighting..... Aunt Sharon would call me and we would chat ....her encouragement in those phone calls regarding my parents was always welcomed and I miss them...... RIP aunt Sharon .....you live on in your children and grand children.....all beautiful well spoken and somewhat well dressed....kidding cousins....and some of the most beautiful smiles....You are with my uncle your husband once more.
Someone died just the day before last ....In the hospital where my dad is a patient....right across the hall....she wasn't someone that brought back childhood memories or anyone I was related to. She was a resident at Mulberry Estates where my parents live.....She was always in a wheelchair and had to be on oxygen all the time ... She sat at a table in the dining room with the wife of a man who had died and had been my carpenter at work.and also with a lady whose grandson had been my sons friend...he had been killed...This lady's name was Sylvia......when Sylvia died ,,,when the nurses told me they were moving a body and that we must stay in the room with door closed I took a deep breath and wondered if it was the poor dear ... the lady that smiled behind that oxygen mask , the lady that dressed up for Halloween and the lady that I found one day locked out of her suite.....scared and panicking .....the lady whose hand I took in mine and said it would be OK that I would get her help . I checked her room when I could leave dad's and it was her....that had died.....
I spoke to Sylvia on Christmas Day.......just like I always did when I visited the table at lunch or when I met her in the hall...I wished her a Merry Christmas ! In the elevator on the way up to get my dad for Christmas supper I didn't know it would be her last....RIP Sylvia
IN 2013 I learned that Life is precious..
I complain alot on Face Book about not feeling well and I am sure happy to have so many caring friends . I honestly don't know what I would do without you all . I used to belong to a forum for depression and shared with people that also had depression.....the nice thing is most of you have either experienced depression or know someone that has ..unlike the forum however I find you all to be upbeat and many of you have helped me through times that were really tough....I thank YOU all with all my heart I appreciate each and everyone of you... I don't reach out looking for sympathy or out of pity for myself it is for understanding and compassion and you provide those things...Again Thank you....Very Much
I learned alot this past week....especially to be thankful
Christmas Eve day we worked we spent the early part of the afternoon handing out bonus checks and gifts and having a chat. I went to visit my folks around 3 only to find out they had gone to the hospital before lunch...I was shocked... Mom always calls me when something is up.....I panicked then I gathered myself and headed to the hospital...I found mom at the reception desk trying to get them to call me.... Mom has trouble with communicating and was having a tough time ...the relief on her face and in my heart when we saw each other was immense. I continued to the ER with mom to find dad waved to the Dr through the glass and got all their info figured out. Dad has dementia so the Poor Dr was pretty confused ....Regardless I was happy to find them and discover that their trip to ER was only for a belly pain...My dad has kidney cancer has had it for 6 years and has been very fortunate without pain.....until lately which was the reason for the trip to ER.....some very good things came about from this event though... 1 I had the wrong cell number on moms phone and on file at the hospital,,,,2 mom was down as dads contact name for hospital instead of me.....3the new managers at Mulberry are now aware that they need to cal me if anything happens with mom and dad .....they did not know that when they arranged for transportation to the hospital...
4 and they too had wrong cell number. Mom had called my home number and old cell number 3 times . Poor dear,,, I also now have call forward on my home phone to get her calls to my cell if I am out of the house.
At the end of the day I was thankful that this not so emergent situation had helped me to get everything in order in case there was a real emergency! I went to sleep that night very thankful...
Then on Boxing Day after a day of sickness my dad did not seem well. I was alone with him and he started to look very ill. He told me he was dying.. I had no idea and thought that the cold he was fighting along with other factors were making this happen . I called the ambulance who told me do not administer anything liquid or otherwise... keep calm they were on their way... I Went down to the dining room got my mom from her table and took her up to dad... He was not well at all....I thought he was dying....he thought he was.......then it hit me Blood Sugar! I grabbed his Blood sugar test kit and poked his finger... tested the blood 1.9 OMG now what they had said no fluids etc. I for some reason opened the door to the hall and there stood a home care aid... I asked her if she would give me her opinion and told her what just happened and that I wanted to give dad juice for the low blood sugar and she said yes and started to help me. I grabbed a can of ginger ale and she started to open an orange juice....he was able to drink alot, The kind lady that had helped me explained her daughter had died at the age of 25 from a blood sugar low and that she was so glad I had opened the door and found her to help me... I was again thankful....The ambulance attendants arrived and reassured me I had done the right thing.... 3.1 was the reading they got....dad was taken to hospital... There were many factors tha led to the low blood sugar and he needed to be hospitalised for care..to get rehydrate him and get his sugars levelled out....he is still in there.....and doing much better... For that decision I am thankful
I complained on FB about the care my dad received......I want to say at the end of the day it isn't most of the nurses that are at fault! There were a few I would have canned if I was their boss but Lisa, Inga Courtney and the other good ones you are the best!! Dr. Vanheerden you are wonderful and one helluva handsome dude if I do say so myself....NO really he is..
I am not sure how the health care system can be mended but it is broken and desperately in need of repair.....We hired Life Force to have care aids sit with him and look after him exactly how we would . I know without them he would not have done as well and we the family would not have slept well....Thank you Ladies. Star, Kim, Sheila and Tillie(whom I never even met and she brought in 2014 with my dad) you were wonderful for my dad and us.(good names too!!)...Thank you to their manger Elizabeth for having someone at the hospital 45 minutes after my initial phone call,,,,,you are an angel....For ALL of you I am thankful
Besides being thankful what did I learn.
I learned that things happen for a reason .....I learned that my mom is very capable of making good decisions for her and dad. I learned that nurses and Drs work their butts off and that sometimes you need to spend money to get peace of mind..... I learned that siblings need to stick together no matter what when their parents are ill and I learned than me and my siblings can....and did...... I learned tha my parents live in a place where they are cared about ...and I learned that they like where they live....
I learned that sometimes people can support you and others cannot .....they aren't able to ,,,I learned tha a grouchy nurse can be softened and become friendly if encouraged and appreciated and that some will never budge from their hard nose ways... I learned that strangers can become family and family can be strange (lol) I learned that there still are a lot of good people out there. I also learned that I need to trust myself and the choices I make.and most of all throughput I learned that I can be strong and effective in times of desperation.... the need to act not react and the desire to have good results requires calmness and planning.
Most importantly I learned that family is love and love is all there really is....if you let go of everything else...that gets in its way
I didn't ask God for much this week ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I however thanked him all of the time
So how can I change my life I have learned simply by being thankful!
IN 2014 I wish for you love and kindness, good health and wisdom.....and gratitude
Again
I thank you for being in my life
Happy New Year ..
Sheila
the pressing question is ...what can I do to improve me , my life, my world..
In 2013 there was the winter that wouldn't end , the spring that never was and the calmest summer I can recall for sometime.....
There were reunions with old friends and visits from far away guests. Hard times and good times...
There were a few deaths that I want to mention ....Mrs. Boyd... a lady that was a significant part of my child hood....she was the mother of 8 children . A lady that cared for foster children eventually adopting a young girl with cerebral palsy....Her husband died when her youngest child was around 9 .
How do I remember Joan Boyd.... I remember her calling her boys in for super or for bedtime...Roger , Neil, Gene and if you ask any of us that were kids in those days they will tell you it is one of their most memorable memories of her......I have other special memories like the shower she had for me when my son was born and the day she taught me how to make choke cherry juice and jelly. RIP Joan your memory lives on in many of us... Her daughter died too a short time later.... RIP Sandy.
MY aunt Sharon Wallace passed on this year as well... My memories of Sharon when I was a little girl are of a very beautiful and well spoken lady that always dressed well and rarely did I see her without a smile on her face.... She fought the BIG C battle and she never lost ........not in my eyes ........she went down fighting..... Aunt Sharon would call me and we would chat ....her encouragement in those phone calls regarding my parents was always welcomed and I miss them...... RIP aunt Sharon .....you live on in your children and grand children.....all beautiful well spoken and somewhat well dressed....kidding cousins....and some of the most beautiful smiles....You are with my uncle your husband once more.
Someone died just the day before last ....In the hospital where my dad is a patient....right across the hall....she wasn't someone that brought back childhood memories or anyone I was related to. She was a resident at Mulberry Estates where my parents live.....She was always in a wheelchair and had to be on oxygen all the time ... She sat at a table in the dining room with the wife of a man who had died and had been my carpenter at work.and also with a lady whose grandson had been my sons friend...he had been killed...This lady's name was Sylvia......when Sylvia died ,,,when the nurses told me they were moving a body and that we must stay in the room with door closed I took a deep breath and wondered if it was the poor dear ... the lady that smiled behind that oxygen mask , the lady that dressed up for Halloween and the lady that I found one day locked out of her suite.....scared and panicking .....the lady whose hand I took in mine and said it would be OK that I would get her help . I checked her room when I could leave dad's and it was her....that had died.....
I spoke to Sylvia on Christmas Day.......just like I always did when I visited the table at lunch or when I met her in the hall...I wished her a Merry Christmas ! In the elevator on the way up to get my dad for Christmas supper I didn't know it would be her last....RIP Sylvia
IN 2013 I learned that Life is precious..
I complain alot on Face Book about not feeling well and I am sure happy to have so many caring friends . I honestly don't know what I would do without you all . I used to belong to a forum for depression and shared with people that also had depression.....the nice thing is most of you have either experienced depression or know someone that has ..unlike the forum however I find you all to be upbeat and many of you have helped me through times that were really tough....I thank YOU all with all my heart I appreciate each and everyone of you... I don't reach out looking for sympathy or out of pity for myself it is for understanding and compassion and you provide those things...Again Thank you....Very Much
I learned alot this past week....especially to be thankful
Christmas Eve day we worked we spent the early part of the afternoon handing out bonus checks and gifts and having a chat. I went to visit my folks around 3 only to find out they had gone to the hospital before lunch...I was shocked... Mom always calls me when something is up.....I panicked then I gathered myself and headed to the hospital...I found mom at the reception desk trying to get them to call me.... Mom has trouble with communicating and was having a tough time ...the relief on her face and in my heart when we saw each other was immense. I continued to the ER with mom to find dad waved to the Dr through the glass and got all their info figured out. Dad has dementia so the Poor Dr was pretty confused ....Regardless I was happy to find them and discover that their trip to ER was only for a belly pain...My dad has kidney cancer has had it for 6 years and has been very fortunate without pain.....until lately which was the reason for the trip to ER.....some very good things came about from this event though... 1 I had the wrong cell number on moms phone and on file at the hospital,,,,2 mom was down as dads contact name for hospital instead of me.....3the new managers at Mulberry are now aware that they need to cal me if anything happens with mom and dad .....they did not know that when they arranged for transportation to the hospital...
4 and they too had wrong cell number. Mom had called my home number and old cell number 3 times . Poor dear,,, I also now have call forward on my home phone to get her calls to my cell if I am out of the house.
At the end of the day I was thankful that this not so emergent situation had helped me to get everything in order in case there was a real emergency! I went to sleep that night very thankful...
Then on Boxing Day after a day of sickness my dad did not seem well. I was alone with him and he started to look very ill. He told me he was dying.. I had no idea and thought that the cold he was fighting along with other factors were making this happen . I called the ambulance who told me do not administer anything liquid or otherwise... keep calm they were on their way... I Went down to the dining room got my mom from her table and took her up to dad... He was not well at all....I thought he was dying....he thought he was.......then it hit me Blood Sugar! I grabbed his Blood sugar test kit and poked his finger... tested the blood 1.9 OMG now what they had said no fluids etc. I for some reason opened the door to the hall and there stood a home care aid... I asked her if she would give me her opinion and told her what just happened and that I wanted to give dad juice for the low blood sugar and she said yes and started to help me. I grabbed a can of ginger ale and she started to open an orange juice....he was able to drink alot, The kind lady that had helped me explained her daughter had died at the age of 25 from a blood sugar low and that she was so glad I had opened the door and found her to help me... I was again thankful....The ambulance attendants arrived and reassured me I had done the right thing.... 3.1 was the reading they got....dad was taken to hospital... There were many factors tha led to the low blood sugar and he needed to be hospitalised for care..to get rehydrate him and get his sugars levelled out....he is still in there.....and doing much better... For that decision I am thankful
I complained on FB about the care my dad received......I want to say at the end of the day it isn't most of the nurses that are at fault! There were a few I would have canned if I was their boss but Lisa, Inga Courtney and the other good ones you are the best!! Dr. Vanheerden you are wonderful and one helluva handsome dude if I do say so myself....NO really he is..
I am not sure how the health care system can be mended but it is broken and desperately in need of repair.....We hired Life Force to have care aids sit with him and look after him exactly how we would . I know without them he would not have done as well and we the family would not have slept well....Thank you Ladies. Star, Kim, Sheila and Tillie(whom I never even met and she brought in 2014 with my dad) you were wonderful for my dad and us.(good names too!!)...Thank you to their manger Elizabeth for having someone at the hospital 45 minutes after my initial phone call,,,,,you are an angel....For ALL of you I am thankful
Besides being thankful what did I learn.
I learned that things happen for a reason .....I learned that my mom is very capable of making good decisions for her and dad. I learned that nurses and Drs work their butts off and that sometimes you need to spend money to get peace of mind..... I learned that siblings need to stick together no matter what when their parents are ill and I learned than me and my siblings can....and did...... I learned tha my parents live in a place where they are cared about ...and I learned that they like where they live....
I learned that sometimes people can support you and others cannot .....they aren't able to ,,,I learned tha a grouchy nurse can be softened and become friendly if encouraged and appreciated and that some will never budge from their hard nose ways... I learned that strangers can become family and family can be strange (lol) I learned that there still are a lot of good people out there. I also learned that I need to trust myself and the choices I make.and most of all throughput I learned that I can be strong and effective in times of desperation.... the need to act not react and the desire to have good results requires calmness and planning.
Most importantly I learned that family is love and love is all there really is....if you let go of everything else...that gets in its way
I didn't ask God for much this week ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I however thanked him all of the time
So how can I change my life I have learned simply by being thankful!
IN 2014 I wish for you love and kindness, good health and wisdom.....and gratitude
Again
I thank you for being in my life
Happy New Year ..
Sheila
Thursday, 28 November 2013
I just don't give a damn
I will write this blog and spill my thoughts regardless of those that think its a pity trip or others that will think it's all bull shit!
I feel like crap day in and day out! It is frustrating to wake up and face the day feeling like a bag of shit!
I came to know a young lady recently and it's her I think of when I write this! Sometimes I can be all nicey, nice but right now I just want to say no one gets it NO ONE gets it at all! Bits and pieces of what I put up with maybe but not this whole package I deal with on a daily basis!
The young lady I speak of was in a bad accident years ago ! She doesn't know but I prayed and prayed for that little girl and now she faces life in a wheel chair! I thought to myself you know I really have nothing to complain about compared to this lady nothing! I contemplated all her hardships all the inconveniences and upsets presented to her on a regular daily basis! How down right selfish of me to think I should feel any sorrow or any strife with my few inadequacies!
Then Somewhere in the back of my head I heard her ! Ah ***k it. Let it go we all get sick of our own bull shit ! It doesn't matter what form it's in if it seems worse for you than it does for me ***k it!
Let It ALL OUT!
SO I will I am so tired of pretending I am strong or feel good at all I don't ***k it !I hurt I'm dizzy I'm confused and barely feel like myself! I'm sad and I'm angry I can't walk without feeling like I'm falling!
I don't eat this and that or drink this or that so I can feel better well bull shit! Tired of trying massages, acupuncture ,cranial sacral, herbal remedies ,herbs vitamins natural paths reflexologist ,psychics doctor specialists meditation relaxation yoga and all over 30 years
I am sick dammit and ***king sick of it! I've had 24 hour flu for nearly 30 years.
Somedays might be better than others in reality it is when I am stronger and better at hiding it!
I do damn well for what I've been dealt with and I am proud of my many accomplishments .I work on accepting things for how they are and then some times when it hurts too much and it's hard to bear I just say ***k it!
Tomorrow will be better.
I feel like crap day in and day out! It is frustrating to wake up and face the day feeling like a bag of shit!
I came to know a young lady recently and it's her I think of when I write this! Sometimes I can be all nicey, nice but right now I just want to say no one gets it NO ONE gets it at all! Bits and pieces of what I put up with maybe but not this whole package I deal with on a daily basis!
The young lady I speak of was in a bad accident years ago ! She doesn't know but I prayed and prayed for that little girl and now she faces life in a wheel chair! I thought to myself you know I really have nothing to complain about compared to this lady nothing! I contemplated all her hardships all the inconveniences and upsets presented to her on a regular daily basis! How down right selfish of me to think I should feel any sorrow or any strife with my few inadequacies!
Then Somewhere in the back of my head I heard her ! Ah ***k it. Let it go we all get sick of our own bull shit ! It doesn't matter what form it's in if it seems worse for you than it does for me ***k it!
Let It ALL OUT!
SO I will I am so tired of pretending I am strong or feel good at all I don't ***k it !I hurt I'm dizzy I'm confused and barely feel like myself! I'm sad and I'm angry I can't walk without feeling like I'm falling!
I don't eat this and that or drink this or that so I can feel better well bull shit! Tired of trying massages, acupuncture ,cranial sacral, herbal remedies ,herbs vitamins natural paths reflexologist ,psychics doctor specialists meditation relaxation yoga and all over 30 years
I am sick dammit and ***king sick of it! I've had 24 hour flu for nearly 30 years.
Somedays might be better than others in reality it is when I am stronger and better at hiding it!
I do damn well for what I've been dealt with and I am proud of my many accomplishments .I work on accepting things for how they are and then some times when it hurts too much and it's hard to bear I just say ***k it!
Tomorrow will be better.
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