Mom's Home Health Team often compliments me on how well I take care of Mom. But like Laverne said she does in a post with one of Dad's letters I just figured they are just being nice ... as I did today! Joy, the nurse, was here and she said a couple of times what a great job I do with Mom whether it is singing to her to calm her down or doing all that I do to keep bedsores at bay. I said, "Do you really think so? Because I always wonder if I do enough" She said, "Oh no you do great. Did you know that Christopher Reeve died from a bed sore and he had all kinds of private nurses, doctors and the best medical equipment available. And you do it all by yourself, you are so good with her."
I have had Home Health tell me this on many other occasions and I have not posted it because I am not comfortable patting myself on the back. But her mention of Christopher Reeve made me think. Money can buy you a lot but it cannot buy you the same care that love can.
Mom is in bed right now and she starts fussing. Usually she will go back to sleep pretty quick but not this time so I went in there to try to figure out what she wants. I say, "Mom do you want some water? Some cottage cheese? Some yogurt?" Nothing, just a blank stare, I wonder if maybe she cannot decide or maybe she is not really listening. Then I say, "or do you just want to lay there and stare at me?" She busts into a pretty good laugh for her. Then she decided on yogurt so I got some and went back in there ... SOUND ASLEEP! I would bet that in this house more food money goes to the food she does not eat than goes to what Louis and I eat put together.
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