This is post number 400 and this one I am about to share with you is difficult for me so I need to tell it slowly.
Poison can seep inside you like a
lusty spider crawling into your ear while you are asleep. At first you only get
a hint or two of something being wrong. You ignore those until the poison is so
obvious that you have to get medicine or die.
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| Yep, that's me 1962 |
My mother has become that spider.
She is slowly sucking the life out of me with her poison and no matter how hard
I try to find medicine for my condition I keep finding an empty pharmacy. You
would think that by now there would be a medicine that would prevent a person
from having to suffer through the decay of a parent. Maybe there is but I have not found it. Alzheimer’s
is a hard thing for anyone to swallow, especially when it affects the person
you love the most, your mother and your best friend.
She has been the center of my
universe for as long as I can remember. A mother usually is. With the looks and
charms of Grace Kelly this Norwegian beauty could have had any man but when she
found out that she was pregnant with me she desperately grabbed her chance at a
better life far away from Norway. She married a charming American, one that was
not my father, but one that she had been dating and more importantly, one that was
available. You have to remember that in 1957 moral conduct was viewed
differently. A woman in Norway did not just get an abortion or raise a child on
her own.
For the first time in three years since
my mother had her stroke I am going to take her for a drive, the first time she
has gone any further than her front door. As I am writing this I still wonder
if I will get her out of the door and into the car. I have finally made a stand
and it was not an easy thing to do.
“Either you go to the doctor or you
go to a nursing home because I cannot do this alone anymore.”
Many words were shouted and tears
fell in secret, as they still do. There are other members in this “household”
but they turn their head and say, “Deal with your mother on your own. “ I
really can’t blame them because she has alienated everyone in her family. I am
the only one she ever talks to anymore. She has made it clear that she wants
nothing to do with her children, her grandchildren or anyone else. She has no
friends, no hobbies except the television and daily newspaper. This is not the
woman I remember.
The worst part is that we are living in the same house. Every
single day my husband, my son and I have to share the same space with a woman
that has changed from something beautiful into a troll. My mother has turned the
walls of this household into deadly mold and everyone within these walls is breathing
it in. I really hope that I can get her out of the door and into the doctor’s office
and that he will be like the Wizard of Oz
and give her some magic pills that will return her into the world of the living.
If not, maybe he can give me some pills to deal with this.
I will keep you posted. If you have
any words of advice on how to deal with a parent who is forgetting your name I
would love to hear it! More of this story to come...........
Already it is the last Friday in June and Minnie is here once
again asking you to play Gibberish with her. If you don’t know how to play,
check out the rules HERE.
The Computer Lord sat inside his dusty shell waiting impatiently
for the games to begin. His tentative claws tapped the keyboard and his toes
curled in delight as a brilliant light flashed across his screen. His mouth
dropped and he caught his breath at the sight of….(YOUR TURN)
