Posted 1/29/19
I’m only human, I’m
just a woman
Help me believe in what I could be and all that I am
Show me the stairway I have to climb
Lord, for my sake teach me to take one day at a time
One day at a
time, sweet Jesus
That’s all I’m asking from You
Just give me the strength to do every day
What I have to do
Yesterday’s gone, sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
Lord, help me today, show me the way
One day at a time.
Mom has played that song more since she has been in the memory unit than I can remember in my entire life. For the sake of this post, let’s take a glance at “Just give me the strength to do every day what I have to do”.
Mom had a really good day today, a welcome report after yesterday’s fall. Her physical strength is still super strong, more so than any of the Sweet 17. She likes to play arm wrestle with us and the nurses to demonstrate her prowess. In her mid-70s, she has always been a walker and has often worked hard in work and at home. Coping with her exceedingly short memory is what is wearing mom down. When I walk with her, she can literally turn around and then back toward me and “discover” that I am there… Remembering even the most basic task, such as what to do on the toilet or whether to take a shoe off or put it back on is tantamount to me remembering how to program my VCR. (Yes, I am a long-time technologist who has my bride keep the strobing 12:00 off my player 🙂 ). That is the tragedy of this disease…Mom is healthy from the chin down but her brain is broken to the point that soon it will forget how to handle infections, swallow, speak, and, ultimately and viciously, beat her heart.
Pam took some great pictures and videos today. Watch it as a reminder to pray for mom, the Sweet 17 and everyone struggling with this mess.
#EndALZ