After a few stressful days of moving Mom, I think we can all breathe a sigh of relief and settle into a more peaceful, routine life.
There was some confusion with going off of hospice, and on top of the physical act of moving a person in the latter stages of dementia, made the last few days daunting. I'm thankful they are history now.
Hospice doesn't often have people getting to a point where they don't need this wonderful service. Many questions arise because our goal was to keep her comfortable and now that we are looking into an unknown future. Some of the comfort drugs may not be appropriate for long term use. Or are they? Life is scary enough for her, why not make her as comfy as possible.
The trick is to not to over medicate so that she is in a haze all the time. This will take a bit of experimenting.
The previous blog mentioned Mom picking cotton and that reminded me of a postcard I recently bought off of ebay. The family farm was near Altus, so who knows.... the people in the postcard could be kinfolk. The caption on the postcard says 'Gathering Cotton'. Not quite, it's pickin' and sweatin' and back breaking work.
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Oh Michelle, you've got such a big job with handling all this for you mom. Bless your heart!
Your folks both got a kick out of me telling about my cotton chopping days in El Reno. My girlfriend's dad took us to the field in our bathing suits because we wanted to tan as we chopped cotton. He asked when he should pick us up and we said about noon. He left and in about 30 minutes we were blistered and seeking shelter from the heat. My friend's dad pulled up about that time and we were never so glad to see a person in our lives. We never wanted to chop cotton again. LOL
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