This week has been crazy for me. Well, for all of us. First, starting last week we had everyone come down with the stomach bug. First it was Megan, but only for a day, then Jordan and I but not as bad, then after several days with nothing, Gabe started throwing up, and had a fever and it lasted from last Thursday until Tuesday this week! That is alotta grossness! And on top of it all, we aren't at home. We are taking care of my grandmother at my parents house in Wyoming, while they are on vacation. It's one thing to be sick at home, but it is hard on all of us to be sleeping on air mattresses and using someone else's toilet, and floor (eww). I haven't gotten it yet, and I am praying I don't! And now Jordan has come down with a fever and cough.
(sigh)
So, my grandmother lives with my parents. She is 87 and senile. She has been here for almost 4 years, and no one expected her to make it this long. Her body isn't ready to give up. None of us wants to see her in a nursing home, and my dad's siblings aren't a big help. My parents are tired. I have been on board with not using a nursing home, but I have seen my parents deteriorate themselves since she has been here. My parents used to go snowmobiling, fishing, camping, and now they watch TV and do a bit of gardening. I am sad for them. They got about 3 years between my brother moving out and my grandmother moving in. And during that time, my mom had to go take care of her mom while she died from cancer.
I want to see my parents enjoy this part of their lives. I am glad to have the flexibility to come with all the kids in tow and not worry about pulling them out of school. That is the great thing about homeschooling, it can travel with us where ever we go. (Though I must say with all the sickness, we haven't accomlished as much as I had hoped). And I love that my parents can go away together for a whole week and have fun. They worry about me though. That I can't handle the demands of caring for my grandmother.
And it is hard sometimes. She can still use the bathroom, though I have to direct her to get both her pants AND her undies. And more then once I have had to remind her to sit on the toilet, not in the bathtub. I sometimes have to tell her what to do with the fork full of food she is holding, and she insists the people in the TV won't listen when she talks. She has a babydoll she carries around and treats like her child and then in the next breath is almost crying because she is sure it is dead. Almost none of the sentences she says make sense, you can sometimes piece together a meaning, and sometimes not.
I love her.
When I was a kid, my brother and I would go to her house for two weeks in the summer. My parents didn't go on vacation, they came back home and worked. But we had a blast. Grammy would take us to Kmart and buy us a little toy, we would go to the frozen yogurt shop next door, she would show us her garden and we would help her weed it, and then we would watch soap operas and eat homemade trail mix all afternoon. She rememebred to ask about school, and other activities we did. I felt like I could talk to her about anything. She would hug and kiss us and tell us how very much she loved us...And we knew she did.
The other night as I was tucking her into bed, I looked in her eyes, and told her I loved her, and though she can't say my name, and probably doesn't even know it, she looked at me and said she loved me, and I miss her! I am a grown woman, she has been loosing her memory since late in my highschool days, but I just wanted her to cuddle me and give me frozen yogurt, and KNOW me.
That is the part of me that wants her to be home, where people love her and can take care of her. But then there are my parents. We never thought she would make it this long, what if this goes on and on? My parents should get to travel and do the things they love. I have asked them to hire someone to come in and take care of her when they aren't here, even daily so that they can go out to dinner on their anniversary, or a Wednesday....So they can go fishing or camping on the weekends and not worry. But my dad feels like it is his responsibility, he even feels guilty I am here for a week. I guess I worry that all the stress and inactivity will lead to my parents premature senility or death.
This whole thing has been rambly. I am just feeling torn between my love for my Grammy, and my love for my parents. I want the best for everyone. Please pray the Lord will be gracious and bless my parents for their service.