tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294832262447672396.post3718497185508373752..comments2023-10-02T06:10:16.628-03:00Comments on Free Falling in the Great White UP: TornMichelle Morgan-Coolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03671529553739362752noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294832262447672396.post-34763896570303006972008-04-10T13:06:00.000-03:002008-04-10T13:06:00.000-03:00I understand--how I understand. And I will never ...I understand--how I understand. And I will never regret those two weeks I spent with Grandma in the nursing home. <BR/>But your mother isn't in the same situation, of course. This has no sudden end. You are doing the right thing, you are encouraging her, guiding her, and you will find ways to help her do as much as she can. <BR/>I worry most about you. It's nearly impossible to sit down with all those in our lives and explain to them that we must have "recharge" time for ourselves, or eventually, we find ourselves old, sick, drained and suddenly, not only unable to do what we had been, but needing someone to care for us. <BR/>Been getting close to that, myself. <BR/>But somehow, we must convince them all that some little time for US is inviolate...every day. And the hardest person to convince, is of course, oneself. <BR/>Take some time to think about what would happen, were you hit by a bus and gone, today. What would they do tomorrow? <BR/>That will reveal to you, what is an absolute must, and what can wait. Then decide (and each day you'll have to decide it!) to take a small portion just for you. 20 minutes. Not doing anything at all. No book, no puter, no.....<BR/>anything. <BR/>(I've been meaning to ask my counselor, did he really think that 20 minutes walking, thinking about my life, would RELIEVE any stress?? What was he thinking???? But he's right...it works.) <BR/>There will be a few things that will be more important than those 20 minutes. But be sure that they're really emergencies, and not just--we don't have any clean dishes. <BR/><BR/>I know--it's far easier said, than done. But still....<BR/><BR/>And dream of summer, and my visit. <BR/>dAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294832262447672396.post-29234071938378876282008-04-09T04:33:00.000-03:002008-04-09T04:33:00.000-03:00Very sorry to hear this, i can understand that it ...Very sorry to hear this, i can understand that it must be very difficult for you.<BR/>Would your mother eat whilst listening to you on the end of a phone? Just a thought?Casdokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03497897393162856190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294832262447672396.post-41661474243020698012008-04-08T23:49:00.000-03:002008-04-08T23:49:00.000-03:00{{{{{{{Michelle}}}}}}}}I'm so sorry for your mom. ...{{{{{{{Michelle}}}}}}}}<BR/>I'm so sorry for your mom. And for you for being so torn in so many directions. Its especially so hard when there isn't an answer. I'm so sorry. <BR/><BR/>Maybe taking an anti-depressant for her confusion and lack of appetite might help her gain some mental and physical strength.<BR/><BR/>Take care. I have you in my thoughts.Punkys Dilemmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09157832155066153504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294832262447672396.post-45631882774640674462008-04-08T20:25:00.000-03:002008-04-08T20:25:00.000-03:00{{{{{HUGS}}}}}{{{{{HUGS}}}}}Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com