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WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think might help. Everyone and all sorts of troubles are welcome. May we find peace and healing here. Won't you please share the joy of WYFP by recommending?
Thanks.
Okay, while it's tempting to whine about having been sick for the passed 2 weeks with the worst illness I've had in at least 30 years, I think I'll veer away from that to my nearly-91-year-old mom.
She's fading fast. Her short term memory is shot full of holes. She's getting suspicious. Thinks people are stealing from her. Physically, she is in fairly good shape, for her age, but she's become one of those wizened little old ladies that shuffles down to the dining hall in her not-quite-clean clothes.
Thank goodness my sister has finally involved herself and is seeing what I've seen coming on for a while. It really is time to think about moving mom to the next level of care at her retirement center, but that's a hard move to make. My sister and I agree that that really will be the beginning of the end.
I keep thinking that it's exhausting dealing with it all, but how exhausting must to be for mom? How much does she worry? Is she scared? She pulls it off fairly well when we're together, but I can just see her starting to ~drift~ you know? She's always the one to "be a good sport." The "chins up!" type. But what's behind that permanent facade?
I need to start having these conversations with her, but I'm afraid to start a conversation that could very well have a sad ending.
Anyway, that's my FP. I hope people are doing well this evening, and if not...