Living with an Early-onset Dementia Diagnosis
It should be so simple. I had it all planned out. I was going to visit several long-term care properties in the area, decide which ones I liked, sit down with my children (including my daughter-in-law, because I value her opinion) and we would make a decision. What I neglected to factor in was the human element. I didn’t take into account how making this decision would throw my children for a loop and, in turn, throw a monkey wrench into all my plans. Continue reading “It Should Be SO Simple”
And the saga continues . . .
When we last visited M, he was in the ER of a local hospital, not an inpatient, but being attended to by the psychiatric staff to stabilize his anxiety and moods to move him to a long-term care placement. Continue reading “Advocate. You Must. At ALL Times.”
This has been the longest week EVER! And M has remained in the behavioral health unit since Monday evening. Even though I know he’s safe and receiving the care he needs, I still can’t seem to relax and get a decent night’s sleep. Continue reading “And the Dance Continues”
What is it about carefully designed and crafted plans that makes God say, “Oh yeah? Watch this!” And send your plans spinning on their heads?
Today SHOULD be the day we move M into the long-term care facility I spent days/weeks deciding on. Instead, today is the first day M is spending in the behavioral health unit of a local hospital to be assessed and stabilized. Continue reading “Go Ahead – Make a Plan”
We’re getting there, we’re moving forward, we’re making progress as progress is always made – one step forward and two steps back. Frustrating, but that’s the way it is. Continue reading “Good Days vs. Bad Days. Very Bad.”
What does progress look like?
Decisions made. Forms completed. Appointments scheduled. Progress.
Progress also looks like arguments and people storming out the door. Silent treatments and tears. Understanding and misunderstanding. Continue reading “This Is Progress”