It's people like Mims, Sam, the EAA "trio": Bill D., Bill H., and Dan, that keep us all going; gave me courage to get thru those dark and scary weeks; and help me remember to share when things start going better.
A friend and I were talking about 'how long" we'd been doing this, and were really surprised to realize that it's "only been two months". Then we began wondering how hard this has to be for Dad. Of course, he blows us off with his cheery, standard response, you know the one that goes something like,"I've lived 85 years, I'm in my own country, with my family, and lots of our boys didn't get that . . ." . So it's really hard to read him, most of the time!
Our standing joke has become, "if only he was more flexible". Actually, he HAS come a long, long way! He's making accommodations and asking for help more often than I ever thought he would. And giving him responsibility for his meds was the best thing I did. I just have to make sure he understands that he HAS to take the Lasix twice a day now, it's not optional. He still refuses to take anything for pain or sleep, and, much as it pains me to admit it, it is his choice. Still don't understand why he maintains this "grit, damn it grit" attitude, but, guess I don't have to understand it, just accept it. Just pains me to have to watch him be miserable.
Ah, the joys of growing old. Not me! I've decided I'm going to figure a way to die while I'm still young and not have to deal with this kind of misery! That's my thoughts on that!
Deb
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