Mom called last night at 6:15 and I was with my daughter.  I answered and before she could start her song, I told her that I was with Jessica- and I handed the phone over to her.  I walked away, I came back five minutes later, and they were just getting ready to hang up.  Jessica says to Grams- “Mom is right here; do you want to talk to her”?  Grams of course -said yes.   So, I took the phone and her song started.   

I stopped her mid-sentence and told her I would call her later.  Which I did- on the way home about a half hour later.  She started right out with the same old song-  you know the one by now- the one where she wants to go back to her house.  Since I had her on speaker phone while driving home- I started asking her questions. 

 They were logically questions like: Do you want to really move from where you are?  Where would you like to go?  How do you think it will be different? Won’t you miss your friends?  You will be the new person if you leave?  How will the new place be better than where you are?  

She responded, “you’re right, Cheryl these are good questions”.   Then her mind changed- she decided she was fine where she was- “it’s just a good a place as anywhere- I guess” I’ll be fine. I’ll talk to you later.

Bye. 

She didn’t call back.

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen

Last night when Dorothy called all she talked about was the two boys (story) the ones who broke into her house  and poured liquid down her throat. This is where she thinks Paul found her on the floor and then she woke up in “this place- where he put me”.

Chery, have you heard anything about those two boys? And why no one took me to the hospital? How did they get in? I did not let them in. Who are they? Did Paul find out about them? Why would anyone want to do something like that to me? They were just young boys, 13 or 15- they did not wear masks. I think I could probably pick them out if I saw them again.     On and on – stuck in the groove. 

Where does this come from?  Mom is a big fan of NCIS-and all those other shows-I’ve never watched them- too dark for me.    Do you think she saw this storyline on one of the episodes? And it’s embedded into her memory bank? 

I ask mom at one point during her song- if this had happened to her when she was a little girl- just to see if this might have happened to her – just at a different time in life. She was so upset that I asked her that” NO! Cheryl- this just happened a few weeks ago- that’s why they brought me here. This is where I woke up.

Then around the song went again.

I wonder if mom talks like this all day at “the home’? Or if she saves it just for me-during Sundowners Time.

 I wonder how many of the folks there listen to her time and time again?  I wonder how many of them remember her stories.   I wonder how many have the same issue.

I do know that if I was to spend the day with her- I still would not find any answers to these questions.  

 So, I think I’ll start going in early on Friday’s -to see if she is surrounded by her friends and listen in to what Dorothy has to say.

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen

Mom wore me out this weekend – I didn’t get the chance to see her and all I did was talk to her on the phone.  AAAAUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH   LOLOLOL 

 As she was “getting to me” I took a deep breath and wondered if somewhere in her conscious- she knows what she is saying to me?   Do the “old people” know they are pushing their kids/loved ones to the limit?  Toddlers and young children do this all the time- they push us as far as we will let them. When they find our breaking point, they back off.    If we live long enough to experience the “full circle of life” –  do we all do this?  See how far we can push it?

  HUMMMMMM I’ll have to think on this some more.

I’ve come to believe that these three words help us through most of life’s tribulations.

Acceptance

Faith

Strength 

Acceptance=the willingness to tolerate a difficult or unpleasant situation (Webster)

We need to dig deep for this first step- most times, wheit’s hard to accept certain situations -that life has thrown our way.

Faith = the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen (Hebrews 11:1)

We need this to understand that there are things we cannot feel, touch or see- but they exist. 

 Sometimes I feel my faith through my intuition- I just know it to be so.

Strength = the emotional or mental qualities necessary in dealing with situations or events that are distressing or difficult (Webster) 

We have to have this to continue to stay grounded and be prepared. I believe if you will stand in the “super hero pose” (feet apart, hands on hips, shoulders back, head held high) right before you need your strength the most- it’s always there for you.

It’s heartbreaking -dealing with a terminal ill loved one.  They seem to have lost Acceptance, Faith and Strength.  The caregivers/family members still carry it- for ourselves and often for them – till the end..   

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen

Dorothy talks to us these days like some drunks talk- when they say the same thing over and over and over and over again.   Most of the time, they make no since rambling about whatever is bothering them- repeating it to whomever will listen.  Sometimes they get LOUDER- especially if they think something is funny.  I know a few guys like this. LOL

Maybe the Dementia and Alzheimer’s Foundations can research random drunks-  study them when they get to this stage of drunkenness.  Examine their brain waves/blockages/cells- and see what it is that makes them act this way- in this state of drunk.  

If they can figure out how to reverse this stage of intoxication – they may find the cure to Dementia and Alzheimer’s.   

Just a thought.

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen

Paul took care of Dorothy’s laundry duties today- I was at work and couldn’t make it.  When he got to “the home” mom was engaged in doing something with other people. Yay!   He snuck to her apartment the back way- so she wouldn’t see him- gathered the dirty laundry. He stripped the bed and headed to his house to start a load of wash.   He’s only 10 minutes away- so it was a 30-minute turn around.  When he returned she was still engaged- which is reassuring that she is engaged.   They stopped at Wal Mart then went back to his house continue with the wash.

 They went to 5 Guys for lunch- one of her favorites-she loves their milkshakes.  Then back to his house to fold finish the laundry.   It was a sunny blue-sky day- perfect for taking a walk, so they did. Paul took mom over to see her place and the progress that is being made.  She got to visit with an old neighbor too.  So, it was a very eventful day.   They were probably together 2 ½ hours.  Paul told me she only asked about coming home once- which was shocking to him- usually it’s one of her songs where she gets stuck in the groove.   And she did not put up any resistance when it was time for her to go back to her place. 

Note: I was on my laptop again this evening (as I was the other blog I posted about her talking) when she called so I was able to type her words as she said them.  There is no way I could recreate her entire monolog.

Tonight, she calls me @ 6:15 and I’m surprised by her demeanor-she is bright and cherry-  she had a new song.  She’s not distressed or fussy – she sounds quite upbeat- like here old self before her dementia days.  

Moms starts the conversation with – Cheryl are you still coming and taking me to do my laundry?  I don’t remember you being here- but the laundry is clean.  I can’t find any dirty laundry anywhere.

I tell her that Paul came to day and took care of all that and also took her to lunch.  She doesn’t change her tone of voice or even get upset.

 She answers in the same bright and cherry voice:

I don’t remember uncle Paul being here. That’s kind of scary for me.  I don’t remember Paul being her at all today.   I told her that they went to Five Guys for lunch- thinking she might remember the milkshake.

I don’t remember that either- I’m going to have to sit down and think about this.   This is so scary for me. Isn’t that scary? Don’t you find that scary?  Usually he signs in when he comes- but well, you know if you said he was here he was here. But—- I don’t remember. I guess I just live literally in the moment.  Of course, I don’t have to work anymore- so I don’t have to remember anything.  I do not remember at this moment I do not remember Paul being here anytime today. And that to me is very scary.  I think you need to check with the doctor to see if there is something that will help my memory because I mean that actually frightens me Cheryl, I mean – it does, I mean I don’t’ remember putting any clothes away or anything.  I don’t remember making the bed – or anything.   

Well, what I remember is going down to dinner – I ask her “what did you have for dinner”.   I don’t know what I had. I don’t pay any attention to what I had- I just eat and get out because everybody just bitches.  I just don’t remember what I ate or what I did all day. Maybe that’s my problem I don’t’ pay any attention.  I just can’t get that in my head that Paul was here, and we went to do laundry and I don’t remember anything about t it.   That makes me very nervous.    I hope I’m in a safe place.  Well ok if you say so.  I’m not going to cry – no need to cry- that is not going to help it.  I just don’t know.

I’ll talk to you later – maybe tomorrow or something.

Bye

 She hung up with me only saying a few words.  I was hopeful that it was going to be a silent night.

Fifteen minutes later she calls again: not taking a breath or me saying anything below is her transcript:

Hi Chery – guess what? Paul was here today.  But you know what Cheryl – me being here is making me worse. Because I don’t have anything to do and I don’t’ have anything to have to remember you just live in la land.

You just do what they tell you when they want you to do it.  I’m not walking because it’s been too cold to walk, and I don’t want to get a cold and get sick.  I don’t want to get cold.  I don’t think I may have talked to you about this when I woke up and found out where I was, this is not a good place to be when you’re my age.  Everybody does everything for you or does it for you…you don’t have anything to do so you don’t think as much.  I do clean my own apartment and make my own bed and keep it clean there is nothing to do here.  All you do is eat and go back to your room, there is no communication in this place. You lose your ability to communicate some people say being here that helps you – but it really doesn’t help that much.  And that is one of the things I was thought about last week – unless you have a condition that you forget you don’t need to be here. I don’t think the time before Paul put me here- this is the second time he’s put me in this place I talked to him the time before I didn’t talk to him…. this time —I had that fall or something, not quite sure what happened I don’t’ think this is the place for me to be now   I sit here and do nothing.  Yes, I read but I’m not getting any stimulation. So, I just feel that I would —–I’m either in the wrong place or I need to go back to my own house where I can still take care of myself.  They don’t have any kind of interaction with the residence they don’t’ get them together I haven’t’ seen anything where they have morning visits. They eat and go back to their room   I still have done my walking and I don’t think this is the place I need to be…I’m sure that I need to be home where I can occupy my mind and continue to be active instead of just sitting.  And I been thinking I was a little upset to tell him he needs to come gets me and take me home, but I knew that wouldn’t work the more I’m here the more I see it’s not helping me it’s making me worse because there is no interaction here.  I do go out and look for something to do. I talk to the people and they just took at you   I think it would be interesting If you came and you walked around yourself like you were a new person…see what kind of reaction you get.  I haven’t complained about where I am   I don’t mind being somewhere where it’s helping me. I just don’t see that happening here. There hasn’t’ been one staff member come to see me and see how I am and if I need anything.  I don’t know how long I’ve been here.  But, I think I’d know if someone had been to my door to check on me.  I haven’t been pleased in a few weeks.   It’s not I think it’s making me worse instead of making me better.   I see a difference in myself.   So, but, unfortunate Paul thinks he knows everything. I know he just wants the best for this me, but he doesn’t he want to listen to what I’ve got to say, I know more than he does, I worked in it for years.  I don’t’ feel I’m gaining anything I’m losing every day. So, that’s about all I can say.

I don’t have any power anymore so there is nothing I can do.  maybe you can figure out something, maybe you could come and spend the day. Might be different if you came, they might be just honey bunch you up. But, your smart enough to know when somebody is doing that to you.  I think you’ve been around enough of them ass kissers– oh your daughter is here today, everything is going to be wonderful.  The place is clean.  Nobody bothers me- I thought they were supposed to bother me.  I’m the new person I need to know what is going on and what time.   They might have to come get me every day until she remembers that’s what we did at my job I have to keep that in mind.  I guess I’ve accepted being here if that is what you children want. But I’m not satisfied with the place, it’s not helping me I don’t see any encouragement to find out what my problem is and what they think they can do to help.  I realize I have a memory problem, I don’t think a staff member as been here to evaluate me.   I don’t’ know what kind of evaluation they did maybe it’s all me and I don’t’ remember, but I do know no one has been to my apartment to see me.  I don’t’ see them doing anything that would help me with my memory, maybe there is nothing they can do.  Maybe it’s not as bad as they think it is I go to breakfast lumch and dinner, I don’t forget.  They know I keep my apartment clean myself, I just don’t think I’m getting what we are paying for.  You may not can get it anywhere for memory care- call Jan and ask her what they do for people with memory loss. What kind of stimulation they use on therm.   I think I was doing just as well at a home because I had chores.  I think I’ve gotten worse b/c I m confined. No one here will be my friend.   

They are tv addicts.  I’m not I’m not a big tv watcher, maybe I need to .my money is being wasted here, but I’m here and you and Paul are making the decision so talk about it and see what you want to do.  That’s how I feel, and I don’t have anything else to say.

How are you – how are the boys anything exciting in the neighborhood?

I tell her about my week and update her on the boys- I keep it short and sweet.

I don’t know anything else, come and see me when you have an opportunity.  Or better than that take me home, I need a facility that restores you not stores you.

That’s all I got to say, love you, bye

Ten minutes later 

Hey Cheryl, how long have I been here – and day is what?  

Me:  Since May 5, 2018- last year- today is February 2,2019

  Humm mm ok I would like for Dr. Jayne to evaluate me again. She’s your doctor- right?   So, when can you get an appointment I would like her to see if my condition is still the same or if it’s different.   After you do that I will tell why-  I want to know.  Whenever you have time- it’s no big rush I’d like to have an evaluation within the next month.  To see if there is a difference then from now.  I think she would be very honest.  If you can set that up, I’d appreciate it.

I love you Cheryl

Bye.

She did not call back tonight.

Peace & Love, 

Cheryl Doreen

As I said before, in the beginning -Dorothy was aware of her symptoms and what was happening to her.  When the intensity of her disease made her more frantic and uneasy we looked for natural remedies.  She was never a big fan of prescription pills – never took any (with the exception of antibiotics). She had seen firsthand from her career- the depth of them and how they controlled patients (her words).  She was satisfied with natural supplements–the ones that worked the best for her were sprays called “Stress Less” and Dr. Bach’s “Rescue Remedy”.   These products work wonders for her, she had a bottle in her pocket all the time. On occasion she would have a glass of wine- when we would take her out to dinner or when she was going to be around a lot of people. If she didn’t have a glass of wine in these situations she would get agitated and want to leave immediately. I have walked out of several places at the drop of a hat.

Mom was never a drinker- didn’t like the taste and never found the need for it.  But, I can tell you that Red Wine was really calming to her-and along with the natural remedies she seemed to be more tolerant of the changes she was going through.  The natural remedies could not keep up with the disease- as we found out when we put her in the home.  The additional stress of a new place, new people, new everything was such a huge change for her that we had to do something else. She is still on ½ of the lowest dose for antidepressants and the patch that goes along with the pill.  

I tried to get Dorothy to take the CBD oil- before we put her on the drugs, but she would not even try it.  It did not come in a spray form like what she was comfortable with. The new “stuff” had different packaging- no matter what I said, it wasn’t Stress Less, and she wasn’t trying it.   We tried to unscrew and pour the oil into the bottle– but it would not respray after opening. )-:  

Don’t be afraid to put your loved ones (even if you promised) on an antidepressant – it will help them tremendously.   Be aware of the side effects and see if they can get by on the lowest dose.  Also, be mindful of what the doctors are prescribing- whether it be the new doctor or their regular doctor.   In reality- you know your loved one much better than the doctors do- so- be verbal- ask the questions – see what other solutions there may be.  Remember you are in charge and if you are engaged- you will know when it’s time to take action.

It might be time to talk to the doctor about a strong dose.  But, maybe not- I’m not sure a stronger amount would help with the SunDowners.    Mom has just been taken over by Dementia. It’s frustrating to watch her suffer through it. It’s painful that there is nothing I or anyone can do to make it go away.   

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen

Dorothy still has the knowhow to not complain when the grandboys are with me. I always give her fair warning when she answers and I tell her “I’m with the guys “ then I  put her on speaker phone – the boys and I will all answer “hello Grams” together. Her tone is lighter and calmer when she talks to them and she never starts into her song.  Instead she wants to know what the boys are up to (I must say, they do a great job of responding to her) and asks them questions about their day and how they are. 

The guys asked me a few times in the beginning why Grams keeps asking the same questions over and over.  I explained to them that her brain is sick, and she doesn’t remember things as well as we do.  They are satisfied with that explanation and they have accepted that this is just how Grams is- it doesn’t bother them.  Children are so accepting and innocent and loving- we can (re)learn things from children- at least until they are about 10- after that- they start to lose their innocence and a portion of their trust with the adults.  Until then- they accept people and situations as they are- sometimes they understand, sometimes they don’t, but they don’t judge or let it bother them.  They are too busy being little.

It’s interesting to me that she still has the presence of mind to not “sing her song” in front of “the children”.  How can she be aware in that moment?  and be calm and sweet??  And when she calls me she just starts singing?  Is it because she is suffering, and she wants me to suffer too?  Or maybe she just wants me to feel guilty.   I can remember her telling me back in the day- when she worked with folks like she is now- that she would see the residents do just that- make the family feel guilty.  Play on their emotions.  This is so interesting to me.  Why do we want to make our loved ones feel guilty?  Is it “payback”? is it not intentional? Is it intentional?   Will we ever know?

After a few minutes of visiting on the phone with the guys- she will tell me to call her back when I get the chance- she has something important she need to talk to me about- she needs my help with something.

To be honest if she doesn’t call me back – I do not call her. I wait- I know that she will be calling me.  The phrase “Let sleeping dogs, babies and dementia folks lie” is true.   Enjoy the peace. 

I think not understanding/accepting- the scratched record that your demented person has puts a wedge between you and them and you and your siblings.  If we can come to an understanding and accept this reality that they will never be like they were – we are more likely to be able to “let it be” let them be who they are.  This will make our journey with them calmer.  

Remember- they are always going to be forgetful, repetitive, questionable, irritable, scared and of course confused.  Find a way to help them -in any way you can. 

If your loved one is like Dorothy and you have some little people around- keep them connected with each other. I think it benefits everyone- and it will give you a little break every once in a while.

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen

Today was “Snowday” in Atlanta, GA. The snow never showed but, Altanta was shut down-just in case it did.  Like all other construction workers- my brother was off work- so he took mom on a road trip- up 575north to Jasper, Ga.  They were probably together for about 31/2 hours. 

 She called me tonight at her usual time  and this was her conversation.  I, like usual, did not say much.

Hello Cheryl, I need you to help me. I just don’t want to be in a place like this- I still want to be independent.  I had a thought today, do you want to trade houses with me?  That is an option that you might like. 

I’m not as fast as I used to be- but I can still think for myself.   How would you kids feel if I put you in place when you were little and fell down.  It’s the same thing- I fall down and you kids put me in a place like this.   (Note: mom has not fallen)

I don’t like to be around a bunch of people and I don’t want to sit in this room.

I’m still capable of taking care of myself and I want to do that as long as I can and I don’t want to be here where there rare a bunch of people bithcing all the time about one thing or antoher.   The city people bithch all the time about the food.  I tell them to eat it and shut up.   If it was everyonce in a while it would be ok but every meal everyday it’s the same people bitching about the food.

Frustrated agervated and disappointed- that’s what I am.    I don’t understand why I have to be here -so, I had one or two falls – what if I put in the closet and never let you out. That’s basically what you are doing to me- you’ve put me in a storage unit.  Why won’t you kids listen to me when I try to talk to you. I

I thought about getting a lawyer, and going back to my house   

Paul has no right to put me here- but the nurses say that I don’t need to be here, but you kids think I do- I did not get lost- I think I smarted off to Rich because I was cleaning greenbeans in the front yard and he thought that was inapproporate.   How is that inapporoprate?

That’s not his business if I want to sit in the grass and string my greenbeans.  I did not run out of the house without my clothes on  I didn’t even talk to any of the neighbors- because I never knew what they were telling you kids.  I’m really disappointed in you kids for putting me here.   

You and your brother do what you want to do – I should be allowed to do what I want to do-   my money is being wasted and when I need to be here all my money will be gone….and that’s not fair I saved my money so you kids wouldn’t have to pay for it.   And I don’t’ know how to talk to you kids anymore.   I do not want to talk to your brother anymore because I know I will say something that I will regret.   But, I’ve got a house that I paid for   and I should be there.

  I consider this adult abuse- because I don’t want to be here.  When I woke up here after someone gave me some pills to get me here- I didn’t know where I was.  Then the nurse came in and saw me awake and she was happy to see me awake. 

 I don’t trust anything that anybody says ….and that’s sad.  I’ve been pushed this way and that way and I don’t deserve to be treated this way.  I do trust you,Cheryl or I wouldn’t be calling you.   I hope you can help me with this so I don’t’ have to make a big issue out of it. 

And ummmmm just I just want to go back to my house and mind my own business and stay there as long as I can.  And if I can’t stay there anymore then I will do something else.  But -I just can’t deal with this, so something is gonna have to give. 

   She hastears at this point and I ask her if she’s ok, she says yes, I ask her if she had any visitors today or if she went anywhere.

There was no activity going on today. I went down this moring to the exercise class and I have a book that I’m reading.   No one was here todoay   No, no one was here , if there were I don’t remember it.  Maybe I’m just a whinny baby, but I don’t’ want to be here, and it would be one thing if I hadn’t planned and tried to take of myself when I got old and you kids put me here but, that’s not the way it is- I have money I have a house I was able to pay off before I quit work and I feel I have a right to be there…maybe you can help me or maybe you can’t   I’m gonna try to handle this.  If you can’t help me I’ll have to think of a different plan.   

So, I’ll be fine- if you kids can’t cooperate with me and my house I’ll make a decision on which way I’m gonna go.  

I appreciate your help.Love you, bye

It’s like this song is in her head and she has to get it out nightly.   Once she gets it out (sometimes it takes more than one call to me) she must be “over it” and can calm down and get on with her evening.

I’m just glad she can get it out and the groove unstuck.

Peace & LoveCheryl Doreen

I took mom on a trip back to her hometown two years ago- sort of a rearview mirror tour – to Germantown, Ohio. For those of you have never been -Germantown is famous for the Pretzel Festival, held each year in the fall-The Germantown Dam-where I spent lots of time growing up. And, the legendary Florentine Hotel- a place that was famous for their fish sandwich. And a wonderful place to grow up.  

I was warned by my brother to be ready for anything- meaning ready turning around at any moment along the drive- if she had a panic attack. To packing up in the middle of the night and heading back to Georgia.    I was prepared and also determined to make this trip happen -for her – I knew it was going to be her last goodbye to her hometown.   

At times, she would ask every few miles where we were and where we were going.  At times, she would be mesmerized by the scenery- 75 North/South is actually a scenic drive.  When I got her to talk about the past- when her kids were little- when she was a kid- or vacations- or boat races-any memory I could bring out of her you could feel and see her presence float back in time.  And she would reminise.

She did well at the hotel room- she rested well-only waking up once to ask me where we were and where we were going.   When we got to Germantown and settled into the B & B she was ok during the day.  At night she was confused and had me up several times- asking the questions. But would settle back down and rest.

Dorothy grew up back in the holler on a small farm with her grandparents- her dad died when she was young, and her mom wasn’t prepared to raise any children.  She grew up poor- but happy -and was loved by her sister and grandparents.  Life was good on the farm- she always said.

We headed out to her homeplace- she remembered where she was, who lived where and what they did for a living- how many kids they had- it was good to see this side of her. The long lane had “NO TRESPASSING “signs everywhere- but, being the rebel that I am -I ignored them and took the chance.   You could feel her transform back in time and see the look of anticipation on her face. We drove all the way to where the house sat- but all that was left standing from that era was the barn.    

 She told me about getting up early before school to milk the cows and gather the eggs. She liked the outside chores more than the inside chores.  The ironing and waxing of the floors were her favorite chores to do- nobody bothered her when she ironed and her and her sister had so much fun sliding around the hardwood floors in socks to polish the floor.   She talked of Granny’s garden and her canning skills and Pappy’s tobacco plants.  She laughed remembering how Pappy would spend most of his time “hiding’ from Granny in the barn.  She remembered how her and her sister had to walk down the lane to catch the bus in all types of weather. How the kids on the bus would make fun of them because they were poor.  

She talked about her daddy being sick and him talking to her- telling her to be good for Granny and Pappy and that he loved her.  She remembered the day he died and how they had his body lay in state in the front room of the farmhouse- and all the people who came to see them. Then after the funeral how the horse and buggy took him to the cemetery.  

She was lost in her youth-back before she met my dad, before she had a family, before she lived most of her life- it was good to see her in this happy place – where she was at peace. She was content had a glow about her.  I was happy that she knew where she was and could connect with her past and her memories.

We weren’t a mile down the road and she ask me where we were.

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen

Somedays mom will call me first thing, not knowing where she is- or at different times of the day. I think this has a lot to do with the moon cycle.  The closer the full moon gets- the more confused she becomes.  I know that when she is calling early – she is scared and confused- this is probably the hardest part for me-I can’t imagine what is going through in her mind and the feeling of uncertainty.   After I calm her down and reassure her she’s ok and that everyone there knows her – somehow, she has to gather her strength to get dressed and go out the door- into the unknown- and figure out where she is supposed to go and what she is supposed to be doing.   I pray that there are people outside her door – close by to assist her so she doesn’t have to struggle very long.

I know that when the sun is shining- she is shining.  These are the days she is in the back of my mind-not the front.  It’s hard- it’s hard for me to find a balance with my life and this additional responsibility. I have my friends, my family my fun that I continue to enjoy.  I never know when I’m going to get a call-  the only one I can guarantee is the one at 6:15- it comes when Sundowners is in full force. It’s funny, how quickly you can adapt to change- if you want – I often schedule my evening around her call. But, it’s okay, I’ve always rearrange my life when I need to.  

Everyone one of us is different- in all areas of life- how we live, what we think, our symptoms of a sickness- our reaction to medicine- how we respond to help, to love, to stress, to life. No one can tell you how to find your way, we just do the trial and error test and find what works for us.

 Faith, Prayer, and a lot of time spent talking to the Angels for guidance- and now, this blog- these are the tools I use- most of them taught to me by Dorothy- to find peace, serenity and understanding.  

Again, all you can do is to be there to listen, to agree and just be there, it’s not easy, but If you can find that sweet spot- you will be giving support to someone in need.

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen