((((((HUgs to All)))))) ~
Donna ~
Thank you for the iPad suggestion. I will ask John to do that for us. Jim is getting the swiping thing pretty well now, and he's better with the stylus. We didn't have the YouTube App, so at the traffic light, John loaded it for us to the home page. It's on the first page.
I'm a tad embarrassed that we are daft with the iPad. Your mom, ANN's mom, and my friend's mom, all in their 90s ~ no problems. I just feel like my brain is so overcrowded, and I know that parental grief leads some parents to think that they are losing their minds. I'm holding on to every shred of a brain cell I have with my fingernails.
Stress makes me impatient, and technological stuff stresses me to the maximum. Always has.
On my walk this morning, I encountered a woman in her 40s walking her elderly husky. She is such a sweet dog, and she is 15 years old, so her hearing and vision are impaired, and her pace is quite slow. But that doesn't deter her from wanting to walk and smell and greet other doggies.
I walked along with the woman, and she began a conversation. I turned to pet her dog and said, "I so understand, sweetheart. I'm an old lady too."
The woman then asked, "What year were you born?" So I answered, and she said, "That's not old!" She told me about her parents, who are just a few years older than I am and their vitality.
"Well, I guess it depends upon the kind of life you've lived." I then briefly told her about my boys, my husband, and my lifetime of caregiving. "This, walking every morning, is the only thing I do for myself."
Her expression mirrored that of every other person, to whom I've told our story. Disbelief. Sadness. Curiosity. She offered her condolences as we reached the juncture, where I turn to go home. "I hope that we see you again," she said.
About the barking dog ~ Jim and I feel terrible, but we both agree that there is no possible way that we can have a dog. Thank you for your suggestion, but unfortunately, our neighbor doesn't speak English very well. It was a challenge to communicate with him and convey our thoughts and understand what he was saying. This dog will need seasoned dog owners with great patience to calm him and reduce his trauma. We already did that with our Cocker Spaniel Bonnie. We don't have the energy to do it again. And that hurts our hearts.
How rude of those doctors to mock you with laughter! I know you put them right with your silent stare. But, the audacity and insensitivity! I'm sorry that you had to go through that, Donna.
Many, many times I told the stream of specialists, who treated Jonathan and Michael, "You have hundreds of patients. I have two. No one knows them better than I do."
Many of them were able to set their egos aside and respect my opinion. But, just as many didn't.
Now, with Jim, it's a different kettle of fish, because Jim is able to speak for himself. Still, he depends upon me to help him make decisions, which are best for him. Everyone in Jim's medical realm knows about our boys and me. When they see me in action, they are still surprised.
I recall telling the ER doctor, when Jim was admitted for dehydration in April, "Just so you know that I know what I'm talking about ..." then explained about Jon and Michael, Jon's passing 5 days previously, and all that Jim had endured. I finished with, "He's severely dehydrated." The doctor asked Jim to open his mouth, and the doctor turned to me and said, "Yep. He's dehydrated."
It's all about authority.
Well, once again, I've digressed ...
Thank you, and everyone, for your love, prayers, support, guidance, and friendship. We love you and send prayers for you and your loved ones always.
Love & Light,

Rose
Donna ~
Thank you for the iPad suggestion. I will ask John to do that for us. Jim is getting the swiping thing pretty well now, and he's better with the stylus. We didn't have the YouTube App, so at the traffic light, John loaded it for us to the home page. It's on the first page.
I'm a tad embarrassed that we are daft with the iPad. Your mom, ANN's mom, and my friend's mom, all in their 90s ~ no problems. I just feel like my brain is so overcrowded, and I know that parental grief leads some parents to think that they are losing their minds. I'm holding on to every shred of a brain cell I have with my fingernails.
Stress makes me impatient, and technological stuff stresses me to the maximum. Always has.
On my walk this morning, I encountered a woman in her 40s walking her elderly husky. She is such a sweet dog, and she is 15 years old, so her hearing and vision are impaired, and her pace is quite slow. But that doesn't deter her from wanting to walk and smell and greet other doggies.
I walked along with the woman, and she began a conversation. I turned to pet her dog and said, "I so understand, sweetheart. I'm an old lady too."
The woman then asked, "What year were you born?" So I answered, and she said, "That's not old!" She told me about her parents, who are just a few years older than I am and their vitality.
"Well, I guess it depends upon the kind of life you've lived." I then briefly told her about my boys, my husband, and my lifetime of caregiving. "This, walking every morning, is the only thing I do for myself."
Her expression mirrored that of every other person, to whom I've told our story. Disbelief. Sadness. Curiosity. She offered her condolences as we reached the juncture, where I turn to go home. "I hope that we see you again," she said.
About the barking dog ~ Jim and I feel terrible, but we both agree that there is no possible way that we can have a dog. Thank you for your suggestion, but unfortunately, our neighbor doesn't speak English very well. It was a challenge to communicate with him and convey our thoughts and understand what he was saying. This dog will need seasoned dog owners with great patience to calm him and reduce his trauma. We already did that with our Cocker Spaniel Bonnie. We don't have the energy to do it again. And that hurts our hearts.
How rude of those doctors to mock you with laughter! I know you put them right with your silent stare. But, the audacity and insensitivity! I'm sorry that you had to go through that, Donna.
Many, many times I told the stream of specialists, who treated Jonathan and Michael, "You have hundreds of patients. I have two. No one knows them better than I do."
Many of them were able to set their egos aside and respect my opinion. But, just as many didn't.
Now, with Jim, it's a different kettle of fish, because Jim is able to speak for himself. Still, he depends upon me to help him make decisions, which are best for him. Everyone in Jim's medical realm knows about our boys and me. When they see me in action, they are still surprised.
I recall telling the ER doctor, when Jim was admitted for dehydration in April, "Just so you know that I know what I'm talking about ..." then explained about Jon and Michael, Jon's passing 5 days previously, and all that Jim had endured. I finished with, "He's severely dehydrated." The doctor asked Jim to open his mouth, and the doctor turned to me and said, "Yep. He's dehydrated."
It's all about authority.
Well, once again, I've digressed ...
Thank you, and everyone, for your love, prayers, support, guidance, and friendship. We love you and send prayers for you and your loved ones always.
Love & Light,

Rose



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