Ethel gathering eggs

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Sunday

Today my MIL and I went to the church we have been attending the past several weeks. Today the service was dedicated to Operation Christmas Child. I got so teary eyed!

It's odd being a caregiver. I have always had a connection with my elders. I don't think I would have had the patience for this 20 years ago. She still forgets things. Get confused. But carries on. She has been concerned lately that her mother and some of her siblings passed on at 79, which is her age. I hope she lives much longer of course. 79 is almost over with and 2012 will be her 80th year.

Christmas will be interesting. My SIL is coming with her daughter. It will be awkward to say the least between hubby and sis. She told MIL today she was jealous that we were the caregivers. Regret I suppose as she did not come to see her mother the entire time my husband was there caring for his mom.

Here's hoping fences will mend.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Mom in law

Wow, it's been a bit!

My husband and mother in law came to Texas mid-October. She got the go ahead to travel and she will be staying with us until at the very least, after Christmas. I am excited!

I now have a new role in conjunction with my husband: Caregiver. Mom is doing remarkably well. She still suffers from some short term memory issues, but for the most part is doing well.

I ordered a new book called Diary of a Mad Caregiver by Rebecca Collins.

She sent me an e-mail and was gracious to extend her heart. She let me know that I could keep in touch and let her know of my/our progress. I am very excited to receive the book. It is difficult to find books on the topic that aren't sterilized.

I found her book through a publication that I picked up at church. I took Mom to First Baptist Church in our town. Thinking it was the beginning of a "church home search". Well, I am happy to say she really liked the church. The congregation was very welcoming. I am excited to take her back this Sunday.

It's funny the parallel. My Great-Grandfather Fred lived with my grandparents (Ethel and Ivor) when he was elderly. I have a photo of him holding me he year I was born, a month or so after I was born.