I know, you are saying, "what, is this truly Dazee, come back from the void of time".
Why yes, yes it is.
It's been a year. Or should I say 18 months. My mom has been through 5 hip surgeries. Then she had a hernia around her belly button area. Surgeon went in last fall to fix it, and came out to the consultation room and told me that her poor stomach looked like swiss cheese. She had seven, yes you read that right, seven hernia's. He said that is the most he has ever seen at one time. Like I've always said, when my mom does something, she does it better than the rest.
My dad, went into the hospital last September. We thought he had had a stroke, because he just fell and couldn't talk. He had already been diagnosed with dementia and what we thought was Parkinson's. At the first of this year, we found out it actually was just dementia with Lewy Bodies. Just dementia, yikes. There is nothing like just dementia. Anydumbdisease, he never came back home. He ended up in a care/rehab center, and then we finally got him on medicaid so we could move him to a private assisted living center. I spend the last 7 months watching my dad go completely downhill. They did a brain scan in March and he had a ton more lesions on his brain. The doctor gave him 6 months to a year. It was only 4 weeks later that he passed away. I, along with a few of my siblings, was there when he took his last breath. I am so grateful that I was able to witness and finally see my dad out of pain and not being able to do anything for himself.
So yeah, that's how I've spent my last winter, spring, summer, fall, and winter vacation. My mom moved in with me and Mr. Dazee in a part of our house that was just made for someone like her. She has her own bedroom, bathroom, and living room, even her own entrance. She just has to share the kitchen and laundry room with us.
I have to say, it's been a joy having her around. Especially because she loves to cook and bake and wasn't able to the last few years when they were living in the retirement place they were in. Me and the hubster haven't eaten so well. And the best part. She feels like it is her responsibility to do the dishes. I know, right!