me, my dad and dementia #79: the Forte Plus shows and the week…
WOW! Audiences (sold out both times) loved it all! Very nice. My Dad wondered both times, what we were doing prior to us heading out. He really wanted to bring both his binders (from both choirs) since he felt so unsure but I persuaded him both times to just take the “wed aft” binder. He […]
me, my dad and dementia #78: an ode to Sandra…
She is my Dad’s helper. She puts in 14 hours a week,She makes lunch sometimes, she does dishes, she cleans his place from top to bottom, she does his laundry,she soaks his feet and cuts his toenails, she takes his blood pressure, she puts on his compression stockings, she does balance exercises with him, she […]
me, my dad and dementia #77: oh that toe…
Yes, just because we happened to look at a red rough patch on my Dad’s ankle, we noticed that again, his big toe is showing signs of ingrown toenail. I just don’t get it. We now soak it 3 times a week. We also noticed that his feet are puffy again. I guess I have […]
me, my dad and dementia #76: spinach in the porridge…
This is not a battle to fight nor one that I can even win so yup, we are embracing spinach in my Dad’s morning porridge. I’m pretty sure that one of these mornings, he’ll remember he has that ice cream in his deep freeze and will add that to his oatmeal! He finished the Japan […]
me, my dad and dementia #75: he loved it!
He sang along to Somewhere and it made him misty eyed and my lovely daughter-in-law gave him a hug and a squeeze. And he LOVED Wannabe! I am not kidding!! Sublime to ridiculous? (check out Post Modern Jukebox – that’s the swing arrangement we did!) And since he blew up most of the balloons for […]
me, my dad and dementia #74: bits and pieces…
-on the day we were set to perform for the SASHA fundraiser, my Dad came over in the morning to show me his “all black outfit”….a black and white short sleeved golf shirt and a black jacket. (I’ve never seen that golf shirt before in my life by the way.) He wondered where to get […]
me, my dad and dementia #73: a long day…
We did a wonderful long and very full workshop day on Saturday and my Dad loved it and even though he thought he might need a “little lie down” when he got home, he didn’t do that….he went straight to his jigsaw puzzle instead. cute. I’ve realized now that on Mondays if I give him […]
me, my dad and dementia #72 – but, we thought…
The two weeks leading into our Victoria trip, the trip itself and the week coming out of the trip all made us believe that the roller coaster was over and that Dad was now on a steady decline. But no! He is again on an upswing. I have to wonder why he was on a […]
me, my dad and dementia #71: planning and patience…
Yes, planning and patience and then throwing out the plan but continuing with patience. That’s what the trip to Victoria taught me. Dementia is sneaky but also somewhat predictable. We knew that while Dad remembered the hotel we always stay in while in Victoria, we weren’t sure if his memory had changed some details for […]
me, my dad and dementia #70: my father, the immigrant…
Well, aren’t most of us? But before we get to that, I will indeed write and release a second blog today so I can tell you all about our adventures in Victoria last week. But right now, this needs addressing. While I was galavanting around in Victoria, I was so disappointed to hear that our […]