Yesterday, I had a wonderful hypnotherapy session. Instead of feeling depleted, I felt like I was brimming with energy. I certainly had a lot to share with my therapist, Connie.
Only the week before, I remembered clearly an image that I had while under hypnosis. Connie had sad, “You are on a beautiful staircase – I am going to count backwards from twenty as you descend into deep sleep.”
I blurted out, “Wait! I’m not descending, though! I’m ascending! I’m on that beautiful staircase, but I’m going up and up – into the sky. I am above a hospital and you know what? I have my mother next to me. We’re going up the staircase into the sky together!”
That was my image last week.
Yesterday, as she counted and I fell into hypnosis, I definitely felt the sensation. Many times, I don’t. It’s just a very relaxed feeling. Yesterday, I felt a wave of tingling and peace. I could hear my music. Since I have been in the process of composing another song, sometimes the melody will play itself for me when I least expect it.
I had no images while under hypnosis, yesterday. Only peace.
“Yesterday morning”
My mother’s face was definitely less gaunt. That was the first thing I noticed. I was a little unhappy when a nursing assistant came to help my mother up. This lady was so sweet, however, she had no idea my mom had broken her hip a week earlier.
I stopped her from trying to walk my mother to the bathroom by explaining my mother had broken her hip a week ago. I tried to contain my shock that my mother’s condition wasn’t told to everyone who worked with her. What if I wasn’t there?
I knew the answer to that! My mother would be given a narcotic because she’d be in “too much pain.” Often her pain was a result of just being handled in a way that wasn’t “appropriate” for her situation.
Almost everyone that has seen my mother can hardly believe she has handled her pain so well. My mother’s greatest pain is her dementia. It is a demon and I plan to write about that soon.
I asked the nursing supervisor to allow me to put a sign above her bed stating her condition. I was told it is against regulations.
Although I was reassured that it wouldn’t happen again, I wasn’t that reassured!
I still have not heard back about obtaining a “prescription” so my mother could have a seatbelt on her wheelchair!
As an advocate for my children, I am astounded about how advocacy for the elderly has resulted in “regulations” that are truly not about keeping them safe!
After breakfast my new friend, Sara, stopped by my mom’s table. She said, “Shirley, just wait! You and I are going to take a walk together!”
I grinned when Sara told my mother about how much she loved my music!
“Nighttime”
I began to work further on transposing the remainder of chord progressions on my song Farewell. Since I don’t have a lot of background in music theory, transposing can be a very painstaking exercise for me.
The melody for what might be either a bridge or verse “revealed” itself to me. It was quite beautiful and my heart soared as I heard it repeating over and over in my head. Sometimes I’ll find a great melodic line, but then lose it. When it “sticks,” then I know it’s the one to go with.
I decided I’d bring my guitar in the morning and play for my mother and my new friend, Sara, who lives across the hall.
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My mother with her granddaughter.
Today I comforted my mother.
When I came down the hallway this morning, I could see my mother’s face was contorted with sadness as I approached her wheelchair. She immediately burst into tears, and I was very distraught. However, with my gentle touch, I soon had her smiling again.
Her tears were from feeling uncared about and from her confusion.
Still, today held many moments that represented healing and improvement for my mom.
Bad List:
My heart pounded when my phone rang late last night and I saw that the call was from my mom’s facility. I heard her anxious voice. She said, “Honey, when are you coming?” I gently explained to her that it was still nighttime and we both needed to sleep!
This morning, the nurses couldn’t find my mom’s reclining wheelchair. My mom was put into a regular wheelchair. The whole process was very traumatic for her. That was the reason for her tears this morning!
My mom had a lot of confused moments. I’m sad that she still has dementia.
I was told my mom was given a “mild” pain medication last night. I became very upset. Later, it was determined she had not been given one. This was not the first time I felt confused about what I was told. My mom seemed so confused this morning that I thought she was on something. The pupils in her eyes were tiny.
Good List for today:
My mom was able to sit in a regular wheelchair, despite her tears. It was exactly one week ago last night when she fell and broke her hip. In only one week, my worst fear that she would be “bedridden” did not happen!
I played tennis.
I went out to lunch with two of my tennis girlfriends.
I was pretty amazed to see a panda face in my latte at lunch today! I couldn’t “bear” not to take a picture of it!
I received a call from my mom’s caregiver that my mom had taken a shower without any pain. My mom was glowing when I saw her in the afternoon!
My plan was to come to say goodnight to my mom, as I had every evening this past week. When I called before leaving she said, “Honey, you can have the night off. Today was a good day and I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Go do something fun!”
I played my guitar and sang every single one of my songs.
My youngest son received a beautiful report card from religious school. His behaviors were either “excellent” or “very good.” I loved the comments that were there.
“An anniversary of the heart for Ruth” – My deceased mother-in-law’s birthday”
A little over a week ago, it would have been my mother-in-law’s birthday. I want to “carve out” a little space to honor her. She died a little over a year ago.
Ruth would have been thrilled to know how well I’ve done this year. Perhaps it was no coincidence that on the actual date of her birthday, I came across a folder next to my desk – it had all of her important papers.
I decided that I would file away those papers. Upstairs in my closet I had a box with her name on it. When I opened the box, there were stacks of cards and old pictures inside!
The irony didn’t escape me about how on this “anniversary of the heart” I was looking at the many cards I had given Ruth over the years. Before I learned how to use a computer – I used to cut out photos and paste them onto cards.
I also ended up with many, new photos to add to the blog.
Ruth when she was younger.
My bridal shower with Ruth.
Ruth with her two grandsons.
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The sign says, “It is okay for Shirley Goodman to leave her shoes on her feet at night. Lee Goodman, husband.”
“Last night and the shoes”
My father said he was looking everywhere; my mother only had one shoe. I sheepishly told him I had taken her broken shoe to be repaired.
He glared at me. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been turning this place upside down looking for it everywhere!”
Then he pointed to a sign on the wall. The sign said, “It is okay for Shirley Goodman to leave her shoes on her feet at night.”
I had no idea she loved those shoes that much. Later on, I planned to pick up her shoe with the Velcro repaired. Now she could wear it while sleeping tonight!
“This morning”
I was there again early when she opened her eyes. This was a good routine. Morning was an excellent time to visit with her and have special moments together.
She told me she had not had a good night because her coughing kept her awake. I knew exactly what she wanted. It was simple. She wanted her cough syrup given at regular intervals without having to ask for it. I made a mental note that I would find out about that.
My mother looked weak, thin, and very tired. She certainly was coughing a lot. I wondered whether I could convince a doctor to give her an antibiotic. The irony didn’t escape me. Every doctor’s felt I was hastening my mother’s death by refusing what was deemed life-saving surgery. Now that I signed her up for Hospice, how could I request an antibiotic?
I didn’t care if anyone felt it was foolish. It would be what my mother wanted for now!
My mom had immunity issues. For as long as I could remember, she had been prescribed antibiotics constantly to help her battle infections. Here she was at 86 and she had survived so many bouts of pneumonia!
My head spun into the thought that my initial premonition of her dying from pneumonia was now coming true. If this was where it was heading, I still hadn’t changed my mind about the surgery. She would have gotten this anyway after the surgery – I felt certain!
I remembered when she ended up on the respirator; she had a cough that quickly turned worse. Since those thoughts were not “helpful,” I decided to focus on something else to feel better.
I watched my mom as she enjoyed her breakfast, even though there were many moments when she didn’t make sense.
It was a very special moment when reminded her of a song I used to sing to her.
I wrote a song for my mother when I was six years old!
It turns out I was a younger songwriter than I thought. It’s almost embarrassing to write this, but here are the lyrics:
“Mommy is the best one in the whole world, best one, best one in the whole world. I love her, I love her; she is the best one in the whole world!“
Her caregiver, Miriam arrived. She washed my mom’s face and brushed her teeth. Once again, Miriam’s love and gentleness with my mother made me grateful beyond belief!
Miriam said to me, “Let me introduce you to the lady I told you about across the hall.”
And so it was that I met Sara. Sara told me she was ninety-eight-years old. She wanted me to record her words so I could share her message with my mother. She spoke loudly and said:
“Shirley, I want to tell you that I have two, broken hips! And they will not operate because I am too old. But I’m walking! I’m walking with a walker and sometimes I am walking by myself. And with a little patience I am sure that you are going to walk also. And we’re all rooting for you!”
Below is a link to this video at the site my oldest son created for his grandma on Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=154967831222108&subj=100001266767473
There was a sweet woman sitting next to Sara. She said she was a volunteer and her name was Lori. Lori told me that Sara was very exhilarated to have company. It was such a thrill for her that she was quivering in her bed from the excitement.
Sara was thrilled when I asked her if Lori could take a picture of her with me.
I decided to mention that I loved music and was a singer/songwriter. In fact, I asked Sara if she’d like to listen to music on my mother’s iPod. I went next door to my mother’s room and brought it to her.
I put on my wedding song, “Together.” Sara’s face glowed brighter than a light bulb. She said, “Where can I buy this?”
I told her, “It’s yours! Borrow it anytime and you can share it with my mother.”
My mom looked less tired now as I kissed her goodbye. I would come back later in the evening. I needed to go to Costco and then I would write.
Sara is 98 years old. She had two, broken hips that were not repaired by surgery. She still walks!
I wondered how the rest of the day might go for my mother.
I was writing this when I received a text message from her caregiver:
Judy, guess what? We put her in a wheelchair without pain and we are in the dining room. She’ll get lunch here with everybody. She’s really happy because it seems like nothing happened. I’m happy too!!!!
When I arrived in the evening, her cough was better and she was peacefully smiling when I came in.
My mother ended up having a fairly pain-free and productive day. I had made calls concerning her cough. Although I hadn’t heard about antibiotics, she received a breathing treatment.
It was almost bedtime. I showed my mom her shoe that I had repaired. She beamed with delight, however, my father only showed irritation. He said, “Trust me, she doesn’t need shoes – she’s not getting up to use the bathroom anymore!”
I ignored him.
I read my mom a few cards and stroked her hair. She was ready for bed. I told her I’d be there for her when she woke up in the morning.
I went across the hall to see Sara and to retrieve my mom’s iPod. I planned to take it home to charge it for her. Sara was very alert. She said, “I loved listening to your music so much! Thank you – I can’t wait to listen again tomorrow!”
Her smile was radiant, and I was impressed how she had managed to understand turning it off to save the battery!
My only worry today was when my mom’s caregiver, Miriam, told me my mom was up to her “old tricks” again. When Miriam left to get a cup of coffee, she came back to find my mom trying to get out of bed with one foot on the floor.
An alarm is not enough to prevent a fall. There are huge issues regarding restraints at her facility. Miriam said the most dangerous place of all for my mom was her new wheelchair. It turns out her new wheelchair does not have a seatbelt.
I spoke to the nursing supervisor before leaving tonight. She told me that in order to have a seatbelt, I would need to get a prescription from a doctor. I was amazed about that. I added it to my list of calls for tomorrow.
I was reassured that my mom would be frequently checked on at night and cushions would be placed around her bed.
My father is very close with my oldest son. He witnessed some terrible tantrums, but also witnessed my son’s amazing development and growth.
I tried to be patient and not push my doddering father along as he constantly stopped to do things on the way to my car.
I dropped him off to the shared home where he lived, which was part of the same facility as my mom. It was only ½ block away from where she was, but my father hated walking.
He lingered at my car. He said, “I’ve decided there is one reason I really want to live. There is something I really want to see.”
I asked him what it was. He told me. He wanted to see my oldest son graduate from college. This was what I told my father:
“Dad, I would love for you to live long enough to see my other, two children graduate also. There are miracles that you’ve witnessed and more every single day. You only have to look for them!”
It had been a long time since I had heard my father look forward to anything!
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