I guess I haven't been much into blogging lately. I have a lot going on here. Mainly my Mom still being in the hospital. I am really concerned about her. She did look good last night and has color back in her cheeks. Her problem is the chronic bronchitis/COPD that is on-going and not the contagious kind. She also has had a flare up with her Congestive Heart Failure and apparently her Renal Failure is worse. They had her on a strict cardiac diet and then they switched it to a strict renal diet. So, I don't know for sure when she can come home. They have a patch on her for her angina and have increased her B/P meds and added an ace inhibitor to help with that. Her B/P had gotten too high and they called in her cardiologist. It doesn't sound good. I worry about how much longer she will be able to live on her own in her apartment. It is just something that bothers me a lot I guess. I wish that I could make her well and just wave a magic wand and she feel good all of the time again and we could go shopping and hang out like we used to. I think about those times and really miss them a LOT!!! She loves living where she does more so than*anywhere* she has ever lived before. She lived with us for two years before she moved into her apartment there at the retirment center. It has been good for her because she has made friends and enjoyed the get togethers there and all. Somehow, I am feeling guilty I guess and wondering if she would have stayed here with us would she be in better shape now. At the same time while she was living here with us she wasn't as outgoing and didn't have the friends her age like she does now. I know it is just me and letting my mind wander and think. Think way too much. And her doctor's have told me before that it is part of the process of what is wrong with her and in time it worsens. So, that answers my question. I am the youngest of four kids. I have always felt like I needed to look out for her even as a young child. My Dad got sick when I was 10 years old and passed away three days before my 18th birthday. He was in and out of the hospital the whole time I was growing up. I have always tried to be strong. I guess I grew up that way I don't know. Also promising my Dad that I would take care of her and he could rest in peace and he did. So, I have always taken that on very strongly. Right now I need to just focus on not worrying about what I cannot change. It is very, very hard for me to do. My feelings have always run very deep and it is hard to accept what can't be changed. I guess this is partly why I haven't blogged lately. It is too hard to write this. It is too hard to feel it but, it is what it is. No matter what I do whatever will be, will be and I can't change the outcome. If only I could I would. If only the movie Cocoon could really happen. To be young, vibrant, healthy, and feel good again. For those who don't know what the movie is about here is a synopsis in a nutshell. These elderly people who live in a retirement center swim in a pool that has this object in it. They start healing and feel young again and have *no health problems*.
posted on July 8, 2008 5:28 AM ()