All right, I get it
As always, an absence from this blog means that I am too busy to write about the things that make me so busy- or, the much more sinister word thief- myself.
I am trying to write a lecture that needs to be taught tomorrow about the parol evidence rule and it has to be the most painful, boring topic ever invented; and therefore, ripe for a million distractions such as the articles about celebrities and a sudden interest in a British divorce case about tuna fish. However, feel compelled to come clean about something that has been painful and distracting of late.
My mom … in the course of a month or two has disappeared. Her quirky forgetfulness and confusion has become a complete and total loss of functioning. She cannot remember what day it is, where she is going, what she is doing, and what we are talking about. She manages for about fifteen minutes at a time, but then is mess again. The doctors have not identified any major event and I cannot really convince the nurses that she isn’t the same. I am alone in my diagnosis and, as always, essentially alone in caring.
There isn’t anything that can be done…I continue to call and visit and take her out- but I wonder how long that will last. She came to my house for a Seder Friday night, but by today doesn’t really remember much about it.
The cause or trajectory is really not all that important and the details are, I am sure, not unique. However, I am feeling sorry for her … and for me. Would it have been too much to ask to be allowed to avoid this one minefield? Wasn’t it enough to have to witness her decline, watch her money and independence run out and have to put her in a nursing home two years ago because of physical limitations? I have already experienced every one of the pitfalls and challenges that come with aging parents being the only ingredient in my own personal “sandwich” generation. I get it. It sucks… I don’t need more convincing.
What exactly is the plan here?