It has been an interesting week. We filed the paperwork recently to have a Guardian for my Mom. My Sisters agreed that I should be that person, since Sharon is two hours away and Millie is still working and a non-confrontational type person. So, on Tuesday this past week after a very long day which consisted of lunch in Bloomington with a friend, attending the IU Long Service and Retiree Recognition Program (I retired from there the end of February 2018) and a pre-beach spa pedicure, even tho’ I wasn’t sure we were going to get to go to the beach this month due to the Guardianship Hearing on Friday (5/10). After returning from Bloomington, I met the elder law attorney, at his office and we went to my Mom’s for him to execute “service” on the paperwork for the hearing on Friday. I really expected anger, yelling and screaming or at least ANGER and there was NONE of that. The attorney new my Mom from years ago when he and his wife lived down the road from her and she sold Avon to his wife. She came out the door when I pulled up and I said, where are you going, she said, it’s prayer meeting night, NOPE, that is Wednesday night and so I steered her back toward the house and said Roger Coffin (do you remember him) is here to talk to you about something. The first thing Roger did when he got in the door was sit down at her piano and play a couple of songs, he couldn’t have done anything better. He explained to her about the Guardianship and the report from the neuro-psycologist as well as the letter from her family doctor about needing help because of her moderate to severe dementia (think he actually said memory). She was calm and her only question (which was asked over and over) was did that mean she couldn’t stay by herself). After he left, I told her I was going to call her best friend Bert (who my Mom looks at like a sister/mom rolled into one) and ask her to come down to tell her about the guardianship. After the call was made, I told Mommy that I wanted someone to be with her until the hearing on Friday in case she got anxious and thought disappearing was the way to go. Bert came down, I told her about the hearing on Friday and asked her to stay with Mommy Tuesday night and Wednesday during the day. Millie came and stayed with her on Wednesday night and I had to relieve her at 6:00 am on Thursday morning.
I was with her from 6:00 am until 9:00 pm on Thursday and let me tell you, that was the LONGEST day of my life. She slept until almost 8 and then it started, the same things over and over, with slightly different twists, but none the less the same things. My little old Christian Mom talked about Men, Sex and the Incest with her father, over and over. We went to Bloomington and had lunch and then I took her to the salon to have her first spa pedicure and manicure. So, I did get a reprieve for the hour and a half that she was in the chair. She was in a good mood and didn’t seem at all anxious about the hearing on Friday. Sharon got there at 9 on Thursday evening and stayed with her that night.
The plan was to bring Mommy in here so Sharon could try to work (she works remotely) and when Sharon had to get her up on Friday morning the worm had turned. Snarky, mad, really unhappy at the fact that we had disturbed her sleep. She wanted to have her friend Bert go to the hearing with her and after she had been here about an hour, she called Bert and asked her to come get her. When Bert got here, Mommy went in the bathroom and Bert said, you know she is going to ask me not to take her to the hearing, I apologized for putting her in that position but as wound up as she was, hoped that Bert could “talk her down”. When they arrived for the hearing, Mommy was happy as a clam, just like nothing had happened that morning. I asked Roger if Bert could sit at the table with Mommy and that seemed to help also. Roger was asking me questions and when I mentioned dementia, she said, real loud, I don’t like that word. She chatted with Bert the whole time that I was answering questions and then she said, I have a question, and asked, what happens if she want to have a gentleman caller at the house and I say no. The Judge said, if that happens, you write me a letter and I will hear your side and her side and I will decide if your caller can come to the house. That seemed to appease her. Permanent Guardianship granted and I am just waiting on the signed order from the Court.
What a week………………………………..
More later…..