We’re home! And I’m worn out - even though Dr. M was a Bugly hog so I didn’t help with any of the driving.
We had a nice time. Daddy & Amy were excellent hosts & I enjoyed going to one of Amy’s sons’ birthday party on Sunday. I’ll post some pictures later when my head feels less cotton woolly (which is a whole other feeling than Willow’s woolly socks feeling that I can’t even contemplate in August - ooh - my feet are getting hot just thinking about it!).
Dr. M’s mom has good days and bad days. She sometimes knows who we are, which is nice. Physically, she seems to be very healthy. However, she’s unable to feed herself (problems with her hands) and, true or not, Dr. M’s father thinks that he has to be there for breakfast & lunch every day or she won’t get enough food. Every day. She’s been in this facility for 13 months and the only days he’s missed have been when the weather was too bad or when he was sick. Maybe five days?
Although they’ve lived in their community & attended the same church for most of their lives, and although they have family living nearby, Dr. M’s father is alone in his daily mission. No one offers to help. He feels like he & Dr. M’s mom are in their own little world, all alone.
Dr. M & I feel helpless. He feeds his mother when he’s in town, but we can’t be there that often. I want to write snarky little notes to all the folks I think should be helping, but I’m pretty sure that would be frowned upon by Dr. M and his father.
So, we’ll just keep hoping someone wises up. And trying to go down there when we can. It’s what people do, isn’t it?