A Praise

Ephesians 3:17-19 that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height— to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

One of my many tea pots

I was blessed today. I reached out and told someone I needed to have an appointment with our accountant without Mike, and I got a call that a couple of Mike’s regular lunch guys were going to Bayview, and they wanted Mike to go along – and he said yes! I am so thankful.

This morning a friend came by and we planned a ladies high tea – hats optional. I used to give tea parties regularly and I haven’t for at least 7 years, probably closer to 10 years. I don’t know where, in the shop, all my tea things are packed, but I’d love to find them.

Marge and I set the parameters for the tea party, to be held here at the house, and then she needed to leave. Soon after, the guys showed up to take Mike with them and I was able to go to the accountant. I have been given information I needed to make plans for when I no longer have Mike with me. I have formulated somewhat of a possible way to keep this house, and be able to hire someone, or maybe a couple of someones, to help with yard work, maintenance, and such. At the age of 70, I know I am not going to be able to keep it up by myself and I don’t relish the thought of trying to move anything. I would like to continue to stay here, sort through boxes, and distribute, donate, or sell whatever I can, give special people things they’d like to have and generally handle it myself instead of leaving it all for Robert to have to deal with. I will have to tread lightly while Mike is still with me, because he literally tears into every box until the box is in shreds and the items inside are scattered like trash on the roadside. I am guessing this is part of the dementia, I noticed about 5 years ago this tendency to tear up the boxes to get to the contents, and as things has progressed, so has the destruction of whatever he’s getting into.

Mike is sleeping more, I think it’s due to the doubling of the medication by Dr. Britt. I was told this could be a side effect and if it get to be to much there may have to be another adjustment to the medication dosage. With him sleeping more, there are no more outbursts of anger, or flares of temper. He wakes up to do his appointments, eat, take his medication, and then he’s sleeping with the tv on. I know this is something old people do, but Mike has taken it to a new level of finesse. This weekend we have company coming from California and from Washington – the Washington company will be staying with us. The California company have rented a hotel. I am looking forward to seeing everyone, even all at once.

I hope and pray Mike is more calm from now on, that he gives up the constant searching for the car keys. I am sure I’ll have the answer of the medication working when he gets the letter that rescinds his license. I do not want him falling into a deep depression, but I do want him to accept the fact that his driving days are done. As we traverse these unknow entities of the dementia, I find I waver between wanting to baby him and fully care for him, or I feel why can’t he just……. (what ever) I know he can’t just…….. I know it’s the dementia, and I know he’s scared. I wish I could fix it for him, I know I cannot. So we move forward, accepting our reality, and Praising the Lord for the large and small answers given to us during this time.

Published by motherpooh

I am a Mom and a Grandma. I like photography, genealogy, scrapbooking, canning, and gardening

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