Today was the culmination of many days since last may when my father's last living sibling had some kind of stroke/attack that landed her in a hospital for a few weeks, and then to a nursing home 2 1/2 hrs away from my home.
I never really liked her-
She was always mean to me the few times we saw each other when I was growing up.
I saw her at my father's funeral and thought she was kind of a sad creature.....all alone and a little out of whack.
And then this attack and they put her in an alzheimer's ward at the nursing home --- locked in---surrounded by people she called 'crazies'.
With no teeth (the hospital 'lost them'), no eyeglasses (the hospital 'lost them') and about 80% deaf, I guess it was easy to think she was suffering from dementia. Truth of the matter was, as soon as I saw her and spoke with her, I realized she was her old 'unique' self.
She has nobody left.
It must really suck to be the last one of a brood of 10 left--- never married--- no kids...
I felt pity for her, and an obligation. If my dad was alive, he'd have taken care of her thru this thing. That's what my dad did. He took care of things.
So I've been going down twice a month; usually with my brother, but sometimes alone.
Since May we've:
- gotten her settled into a new nursing home (the other one closed)
- gotten her evaluated and put on a 'normal' ward
- made the appt for the dentist for January (new false teeth)
- made appt with her private eye doctore for January as well. (she has refused the one at the nursing home)
- took her to the lung specialist (they think she has a spot on one, but we spoke for her saying that at 87, she will not survive any surgery/chemo) Part of me thinks that if she had no one to be with her at this visit, she'd already have had surgery and would be dead now.
And the biggest and hardest thing of all was today --- packing up her 5 room apartment and moving her stuff out--- he lease is up 12/31.
It was a TON of work going thru ALL of her things.
But it's done, and I think my father would be quite proud of my brother and I.
I'm exhausted though.
I guess I'll blog next time about what it's like to go thru the accumulations of a lifetime-
I didn't care for that so much.
For now I'm going to watch the cowboys. I hate the damn cowboys.



