So much of care giving, I don't care WHO you are doing it for,i.e., related or not, is tiring.Both physically and mentally, the fatigue is so overwhelming.
Now that my Mom has had her stroke, now I feel as there is a new dimension to the equation-that is, waiting for her to die.It's a terrible way to feel but you see her laying on the bed and you can only wonder when you see how terrible her coloring is. I am away from her right now,and this morning, while at Mass, I went over potential funeral music. Yet before you think I might be totally ghoulish,this is something that crosses my mind every once in a while during the past almost 4 years since she fell into dementia.
When one eventually gets past this point, I wonder how it will feel to return to life without waiting for life's perpetual moments.
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