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Re: L ~
I have to say I never had the opportunity to be a mother to my poor mom, there were those other devoted people that did that for me, I was treated like the red headed step child and I have a full time job, so not much time for me. She wasn't suppose to die, that way
posted by
Lanetay
on August 22, 2007 at 8:58 PM
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L ~
Truly, but ... if you didn't have a caretaker there and it was just you, I bet you could do it. My mother had caretakers, too, but she needed help just when there was a break between caretakers and I was it. They keep us alive past the golden years. We are old and brittle - the diamond years!
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on August 22, 2007 at 8:53 PM
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callista
You're welcome. Chickens in bathing suits made me smile as well!
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on August 22, 2007 at 8:48 PM
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c
getting older is definatley not the golden years, that is why they have care givers for us types that have a hard time doing this kind of thing.
posted by
Lanetay
on August 22, 2007 at 7:12 PM
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smiling, thanks, i was lost
posted by
jeansaw
on August 22, 2007 at 7:07 PM
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Callista
Oh good! Let me explain. Last year I had written a series of Haiku's using the chickens from my farm girl days as background pictures. I ended up calling them the Biker Chicks or the Bitchin' Chickens. Taps remembers them. They tend to bring a smile to your face! I'm glad they helped cheer your mood.
LCM
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on August 22, 2007 at 3:16 PM
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i am not sure what the chicked thing is when discussing elderly parents and
caregiving, but thanks i guess, it dried up my tears and memories of my mother.
posted by
jeansaw
on August 22, 2007 at 9:32 AM
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Decshak
Especially if they are of sound mind; they are so frightened of being put into a nursing home, they become quite paranoid. My mother had aortic stenosis which, because of years of not enough oxygen to the brain, causes dementia. She had moments of clarity, but most of the time, gone. Still, she had to be given the choice when she moved back East. She went willingly.
Getting her out of my brother's drug den was another story. Scary!
LCM
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on August 21, 2007 at 7:08 PM
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It IS difficult when parents won't accept your advice OR help.
posted by
WindTapper
on August 21, 2007 at 9:44 AM
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Sunny-
Sure you will, if the time ever comes. I think we all hope we are long gone by then, but the way they can keep us all alive in spite of our maladies,....... my m-i-l just said where she lives (assisted living) there are a LOT of people well into their nineties, just hanging in there. So...... my s-i-l (the one I have who is older and a lady and not a biker chick) never had to find out. She was always like me, and saying, "I'm a teacher, not a nurse!" Her folks each passed suddenly, in their 80s, before they became infirm. Yep, that's the way to go! But like I've been saying, love and nature take over and you tend to whatever needs to be taken care of!
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on August 19, 2007 at 9:12 PM
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TAPS
Oh, another too cute chick!! Looks almost as if she's giving a lecture. She fills it out nicely!
Thank YOU!!!!!!
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on August 19, 2007 at 9:06 PM
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Angel
It's OK to wonder because I never thought myself capable of giving mother a sponge bath or to bathe her privates, but I just followed my sister's lead, and seeing how appreciative my mother was, even though she probably thought of us as her nurses, it became second nature. My sister started out showering WITH my mother (before she was bedridden)! She got just as wet the other way, she said! Sister Sylvia's never been REAL modest. Unlike me.
The older I get, the less modest I've become. Breast cancer took my last vestige of modesty. When the radiation machine breaks down and you're lying on the table exposed and every last tech and anybody who is anybody comes in and out, well, I just took a nap! Finally someone noticed me, and covered me up and said, "Come back tomorrow." They must see thousands of breasts! When I was 20-something and my body was va-va-voom, I'd have been mortified. After age 50 and 30 years of gravity, I just didn't care anymore!
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on August 19, 2007 at 9:04 PM
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Cee
Here's another one that's cute too:
posted by
TAPS.
on August 19, 2007 at 8:54 PM
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TAPS.
Thank you, Taps. My little (4'10") aunt was the real surprise for me. She was SO fastidious, and as her dementia grew worse, it all just disappeared. My b-i-l, who is an anesthesiologist, (and being a nurse, you KNOW who doesn't do bedpan duties...) said she was wearing some of her 1940's panties (the bloomer kind) and as she walked down the hall to the bathroom, just dropped little poops as she walked. He just picked them up and followed her in to help her clean up. My sister, (the other nurse) could hardly believe it. She had just run out for something! He cared for his elderly mother and you can tell from how he remembers her, he loved and tended to her every need, too. So EVEN doctors can do what it takes.
Now my cousin who never married (C1), would call her sister(C2) who is married with a grandchild, to drive to their home and clean up their dad. It didn't matter if C2 was in the middle of dinner at a restaurant, C1 wouldn't have anything to do with it! My brother took care of my Dad; my s-i-l would just see what he'd done and go running for my brother. But she wouldn't help in my mother's hygienic needs either. She was a biker chick and too shy! (Not as cute as the "chick" in the knit bathing suit though).
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on August 19, 2007 at 8:54 PM
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Oh TAPS!
My eyeballs are blurry by tonight, but I'm so glad I looked at this!! How darling! Oh, she's got to enter my Chicken Hall of Fame. Oh Dear, all sorts of funny thoughts are popping into my brain! This is TOO TOO Cute!!!
You're a doll! And I crochet, my sister knits. May I send her this?
Cee
posted by
LadyCeeMarie
on August 19, 2007 at 8:37 PM
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Do you knit?
For your sweet little chickens:
posted by
TAPS.
on August 19, 2007 at 5:25 PM
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Wonderful post, LadyCeeMarie
It was hard the first time that I had to clean up my Dad. It was only hard for me. He was so appreciative. He had always been such a fastidiously clean man but the time came when he forgot how to do it, or that it even needed to be done. God gives us the strength and the courage to do what needs to be done if we have a desire to help.
posted by
TAPS.
on August 19, 2007 at 5:00 PM
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I don't know that I'd be able to handle such a stressful thing...
I'd sure as hell try though.
posted by
dark_mistress_again
on August 19, 2007 at 4:52 PM
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Lady Cee
That's so good you were able to do that.
No...I'm not ready yet. lol.
But I hope I will be if/when the time comes.
posted by
Afzal_Sunny7
on August 19, 2007 at 4:30 PM
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