I was talking to dad today & we got onto the topic of Grandma (I ask about her often as I know shes getting old). Well he is getting worried. He thinks & is pretty darn sure, she is getting DementiaDad will go to their Dr. to talk to him about what she's been doing. My dad goes instead of her as leaving the house stresses her out to no end. So the Dr & my dad talk as much as they can & do what they can without her being there (8/10 times its for health advice for her)... Well this is what she did last night.
Dad & Grandma were playing cards at the kitchen table. Dad had her wrapped up in her blanket as she's always cold. She kept telling dad that there are some cards over here. Frank, there are cards here, right here, Frank I dropped some cards right here, here... Dad kept looking for cards & she said No Frank right here & pointed to her blanket. She thought the blanket was cards
Dad said not too long ago she lost the ashtray. Well thats impossible as it takes up 75% of her side table. It was still there, not covered, but she couldn't see the "ashtray".
This happened the other night & I still feel bad, I was almost in tears just hearing her voice. She was so scared... Dad & I were on the phone having a much needed conversation (I needed answers from the past & wanted to tell him what CAS did to me, as I never told him what they did to me)... 2hrs into our conversation, dad swears he heard grandma call for him (its hard to hear her sometimes when her tv is sooooo loud). Dad took the phone out to see her & she was almost crying. She said she was calling him & calling him & he wasn't coming to help her. She couldn't remember how to make the chair go down (its a remote controlled chair for people that cannot get out of chairs.. it lfts up & pretty much pushes the individual up out of the chair (its GREAT).. but she forgot there was a remote.. so she was stuck in a terrible position. Dad said bye to me & I felt like doo doo cause of poor grandma
Ted (dad's youngest sibling) called the other day & dad gave him some updates on grandma. Ted said why don't you put her into a Nursing Home, it would be easier on you. Dad said no, she'll remain here with me until she no longer knows who I am. Once her mind is gone it wont matter where she is because she wont know where is is regardless, or who anyone is anyways.
Dad & I knew this was coming for a few years, as Grandma isn't grandma anymore (she turned racist a few yrs ago... which isn't like her at all!!). I've been hoping for a quick death for her so she wouldn't slip into full blown Dementia & be scared. Sadly her physical health is too good, so she will most likely see a Nursing home in the next couple of yearsShes too good for that, but dad wont be able to care for someone with full blown Dementia, it's past his capabilities.
My poor Grandma
I believe she's 86 or 87 this Aug.
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