Mom woke up this morning and called me in with a weak and raspy voice.
Me: "What's the matter?"
Mom: "I'm dying."
Me: "What do you mean? What's wrong?"
Mom: "Something's not right."
Me: "Do you feel sick? Do you hurt?"
Mom: "Yes. My neck hurts when I turn it. I think it's broken."
She had been sleeping with her head on two pillows and basically she had a crick in her neck. I removed the top pillow and she put her head down. Crisis averted!
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After living in Southern California for 20 years, I returned home to upstate New York to watch over my mother who was suffering from Alzheimer's Disease. My brother and I did everything we could to keep her in familiar surroundings at home and avoid assisted living. We were successful until June 2009, two weeks short of her 80th birthday. These Alzheimer's Moments document her life and the challenges of being a primary caregiver.
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1 comment:
You certainly did your risk management well!
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