Alzheimer’s is a terrible disease. I watch my mother now. Her hospital bed has been moved to the living room so that her many hours in bed will not isolate her from the rest of the family. She is talking at times–words with little meaning, now fidgeting with some unseen something between her fingers, now pulling on her sheet, apparently hallucinating–so restless, so restless. It is very sad. And I wonder if someday I will lie in that bed.
For Mom this moment has been a long time coming–years. Only a few weeks ago she could feed herself and walk pretty much independently. Now she can do almost nothing for herself. Sometimes she is able to stand (with significant support), but almost as likely she will collapse–except for the strong arms holding her up. The Hospice assistants have been so good, so supportive. We are thankful. Each day MaryBeth comes in to bathe and dress her, often to feed her. In between we attend. We watch. We wait.
On Sunday Timothy and I will leave. We will try to pick up our “real” life in Wilmore for a few weeks and then we will return here to Elmira. And again it will be: we attend; we watch; we wait.
Lord Jesus, hear our prayer for Mom. Hold her in your arms. . . . jlt