Its Tuesday the 18thand I’m back at the hospital- Mom has just finished dinner and she’s very talkative.
I don’t want to be here- why am I here- when are they going to come in and look at me?
A minute later:
I kind of want a comparison to your and Paul’s plans for me and what mine are:
Me: you are going to manor care as soon as they release you from the hospital
Then you’ll go back to your apartment in Woodstock
Dorothy: Ok- that sounds alright
3 minutes later it’s the same lyric. (-: this circle lasts for a few minutes then the surgeon comes in to check up on her- says she is looking good and tells her that she will be okay. It will take a while to get back to where you were- but you can do it.
He goes on his merry way and a moment later Dorothy looks at me and asks- Cheryl, why am I here?
Thank God for Care Givers (-:
❤
Breathe!
May God have Mercy on her soul.
Peace & Love,
Cheryl Doreen
Dorothy's Dementia 