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As the phoenix . . .

How shall I, then, begin? I have been gone a long time, and now I'm back, I hope. I might as well charge right in.

My mother died on February 25, 2018 of Alzheimers dementia. She had been living with me, under my care, since December of 2012, although she had been exhibiting troubling symptoms for almost twenty years, now that I know what I was looking at. It was a hard journey the entire way, and you can probably trace the progression by the dropoff and cessation of my writing and socialization. The final three months, on home hospice, were especially grueling. But she got to die in her own bed, with her cst curoed against her. I was there to hear here final breath, which makes it all worth it, I guess.

People in the Alzheimers/Dementia world say that a caretaker of a dementia patient will lose hald their cognitive function from the stress. I don't know about that -- how would I, because I'd be the last to know? I do know that I lost my joy and my creativity.

Will I ever write again? I hope so, but I have a lot of healing to do.

Comments

randy_o
Apr. 12th, 2018 02:37 am (UTC)
Thank you for your kind words. I took one of my first steps tonight as Buns and I went out piano hunting. I believe I may have found "The One" in a Mason & Hamlin seven foot grand that may need some work, but it will sound great. We're going back on Sunday to hear it after it has been tuned and evaluated. The piano is used, just came in that day, and I liked the finish on it better than the high gloss black finishes on the brand new ones in the shop, which would be a nightmare to keep dusted. Not to mention our cats. I am so out of practice it's embarrassing.
kenazfiction
Apr. 14th, 2018 11:24 pm (UTC)
Oh, I think that’s just wonderful! Music is so good for the soul... the muscle memory is still in you; no doubt it will come back more quickly than you think! I hope it brings you years of joy!