I’ve been talking a lot about my mom lately. That’s just where my head is at. But you should know that I’m not the only one concerned about my mom. I have an older sister and a younger brother who have been right here with me all the way.
We are a family of five.
My brother John lives in Minneapolis near my parents. He has the task of “being there” since my sister and I live far away. So my brother has been helping with things like mowing the lawn and shoveling snow. Groceries, laundry and even doing the floors have also been on his to-do list since my dad is on crutches. But the biggest help John has been is just knowing he’s nearby in case my parent’s need assistance on short notice. It’s a lot of pressure being the only one there — but my sister and I are so grateful for his presence and eagerness to help when needed.
My sister Marilyn lives in Texas but has been generous with her time and so helpful with her expertise in the medical field. While I manage my mom’s medications and medical issues, my sister manages my dad’s. The sharing of these two responsibilities has been invaluable as both parents have health issues. You know our mom has Alzheimer’s disease, but our dad was recently diagnosed with congestive heart failure and atrial fibrillation. (There’s prostate issues too, but my dad is pretending they don’t exist). And with his recent ankle surgery, my dad’s a walking pharmacy. So my sister is on top of his medical and medication management. Thank God!
The three of us also helped clean out my parents house in 2011. I haven’t mentioned this before, but my mom became a bit of a hoarder in her later years and trust me when I say it took the three of us an entire week to clean out the house. That’s another story.
What I’m saying is I am not alone. I have my sister and brother.
The three of us pulling together and perhaps becoming closer has been a beautiful blessing during this difficult time. They have my love, admiration and respect. Always.