Wonderful, Peaceful, Restful Sunday! Oh how happy I am to see you. And all you friends too.
It has been a way to hectic 3 weeks. I'm really so confused now, I don't know if it's been three weeks or not, that everything just went CRAZY!
Nadine (my MIL) is out of the hospital and in a nursing home. Although I can't call it a nursing home to Neil. It's rehab, only to get his Mom back on her feet and back home with us again. Bless his heart, he worries about her so. Honestly, I worry about him. She will be 90 on August 20th. I think she's just tired. Do you know what I mean. I, in no way am belittling her pain. She certainly is in pain, but can't you imagine how tired she is. Growing old is not for the weak. I've never had to see a loved one grow old really. My first huge loss was my paternal Grandmother - Grandma Lizzie. Oh' how I loved that woman. We didn't see her all the time. She traveled between her childrens homes by the time I was born. I was 12 when she passed away and she was 93. She was a vintage grandmother. All soft and pale with long dresses, kind of old timey shoes and lots of beautiful old sparkling brooches. All white haired and powdery smelling. Slow moving but with a mind as sharp as a tack. I never knew her to drive, like I said she was a little old Granny by the time I came along, I truly doubt that she ever learned how. She lived a long life and was a very strong independent woman. Well I'm off track now but I do think I'll come back and share a little of this amazing woman's life later.
Neil told the hospital they could send his mom to rehab for 2 weeks but then he was bringing her home after that. I believe the Doctor was suggesting it was time for a more permanent stay. We had the rescue take her to the hospital Friday night a week ago because of her ribs and she wasn't eating and was bedridden. We left the hospital without knowing anymore than when we went in. She stayed there until Wednesday before moving to the rehab center. They did xrays of her ribs,CAT scans, went down her throat, checked for bleeding ulcers (we told them she had been complaining of heart burn or acid reflux). Then her stomach was hurting so they did a sonogram. They said all the test were excellent. I'm beginning to think they were just running up the bill, but you never want to take a chance especially when with her because with the Alzheimer's she really doesn't know how to tell you how she feels. And she really doesn't understand what your asking her a lot of the time. It's very scary. Sometimes she's just fed up with us and won't talk to us and we panic. But at least we got her re-hydrated and had professionals there to look after her. Neil stayed with her day and night. He did come home to change and grab a bite. He was so tired and so worried about her being confused and scared without him there.
Please keep my MIL and us in your prayers. They are so needed right now. I'm finally starting to catch my breath and then a panic attack sneaks in. Uuuuggghhh.
Wishing you all a peaceful Sunday. Love...Tracy :)