9/21/13 11:42 PM Yesterday morning Mom was not able to use her right hand to feed herself during breakfast. I started thinking that she probably had a stroke or something. So I put on my critical thinking cap and realized its because she sleeps mostly on her right side and she had a frozen shoulder. She could not lift her hand above her waist. Since her left hand is contracted and she mostly uses the right hand to hold and walk I kept her from walking at minimum all day. Fed her meals throughout the day. Massaged her hand and shoulder with “thennamarakudi oil” and gave her Tylenol at night. Today morning she is able to use her hand to hold and walk and feed herself. Praise be to the Lord Jesus Christ. Last week for the first time in 2 months she wanted to write something on the paper. She struggled to scribble something with great difficulty, as she is unable to hold the pen. I kept asking her so many things trying to figure out what she wrote. Eventually her eyes lit up as soon as I asked her, Do you want to see her thambi”. This has been a life time scenario that I have witnessed all my life that my mom cared very deeply for her brother sometimes even more than her own kids. Well, now her brother Josiah is bedridden and unable to visit her. I just had to convey all good things about her brother and calm her down from her anxiety. Hopefully I will take her if possible to see him. My mother’s one and only favorite brother is a cancer survivor and had a fall last month and under palliative care with morphine. I am not sure if it is good or bad to take her to see him. Lord let me hear from you. Everyday in the afternoon my mother mostly looks at my dad’s photo and is laughing and sometimes just so delighted admiring his smile on the photo and I try to share with mom memorable things about dad and she giggles even more. However for the past 2 weeks she has been asking every time we pass by his photo where my dad is? I told her the truth that he has been gone for 9 years now. For the last three days my mothers posture is more bent over, mood is very depressed, hardly any smile, takes longer to get up and sit down, no more giggles at dad’s photo, saddened look most of the time, appetite is still the same , she did not worship with enthusiasm like she usually does when the church members came to visit her today, she had that frightful look on her face as i prepared her for bed. Finally, I asked her, “Mom, why do you look sooo sad the last two days, Is your shoulder hurting?, Are you missing your favorite daughter rathna? Are you missing your favorite daughter Jean? Are you missing your favorite great grandson Renan? Are you missing your favorite brother, your thambi? And the answer to all my questions was no, no, no, and then I asked her Are you missing dad? And she said yes. Her face got even sadder. I just sat with her for a long time and tried to comfort the best way I can and waited until she fell asleep. I miss my dad too a lot. I am now holding on to my heavenly father … just want to touch ..just the hem of HIS garment so He can bring that PEACE and COMFORT like nobody else can to my beloved mom.
Posted on: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 18:31:08 +0000
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