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Yesterday I got over early, and once Mom was "up" and dressed, I told Dad to take off for a while and do what he had to do. I read some to Mom, got her up and outside a couple of times, fed her what foods I could get her to eat, and kept encouraging her to drink the high calorie drinks.

April 8, 2011

She has been more confused and whiney than ever. This is especially true by the late afternoon. After Dad got home in the mid afternoon, I ran down town to bank and thought I'd stop on the way back and pick up a shrimp cocktail. I had had some success with her eating appetizers the day before - making a big deal about it with her watered down wine, so I thought she'd enjoy some shrimps. And she did! She ate about six of them, plus a couple of crackers with spreadable cheese.

However, her confusion is devastating. Before "cocktail hour," she and I were sitting in front of the tube, and an ad for chocolate came on. This made her want a square of chocolate, so I got up and brought her one. She took a bite of it and said, "Here," and pointed to the television with the half-eaten piece in her hand. I replied, "You mean me? I had a bite, I'm all set, thanks." And she said, "No, for the girl!" "What girl, Mom?" "The girl in the t.v.!"

Well, I told her we couldn't give it to the girl in the t.v. because, well, she was in the t.v., and then I added, plus, she just ate a square, so she was all set, too. "Oh."

At another point, when she began to get fidgety in her chair, I asked her if she wanted.. oh, I don't, something like, me to turn on the television. "No!" she said, "I've got work to do!"

Sometimes, I'll try and distract her by having her "help" me with small tasks. They say this is helpful, and I do find it works, though the limited use of her arm still makes it frustrating for her.

The worst part is her confusion about "home." This concept of home, what does it mean to her? I still think it's a cry out to "get her out of her own head." Home means being normal again. And it hurts to not be able to get her back to that.

She cries out for Dad a lot, too, even if he's not there. I have to remind her that he's either out or downstairs or taking a walk or on the phone or in the bathroom taking a leak (like he just said to her a minute earlier.)

Our patience is tested constantly. Our hearts are heavy with her agony and our minds our cluttered with all of the things we are encouraged to do for Mom's comfort and health. Their are small moments of lightness, when her confusion does make her say something funny, or when she does have a tiny moment of clarity. She still has razor sharp hearing, and she does respond well to gentle touch. Just holding her hand or caressing her head or neck is soothing to her.

But the painful reality is that it is so frustrating to be unable to take away her confusion, discomfort and fear.