judys care giver blog

A little bit about a sick friend

  It has never mattered what was going on in my mothers life. She always had time for a friend in need. That is one thing I don't think my mother will ever forget, At least when it comes to Rosie. It amazes me that she cannot remember her dogs name but she still makes sure she is by her side no matter what. some things never change.

 

 

Update on Judy... Finally

Finally, it’s a new day, a new month and a new school year. So that must mean its time for your Judy update.

I know it has been a while since the last Judy post but that is because there hasn’t been much to report. Nor has there been much time to write.

My kids and my husband are back to school witch makes it easier to keep Judy on a daily schedule, it does however make it harder for me to get on the computer. Between school projects and homework, not to mention the hub’s on line classes and fantasy football leagues (yes that’s plural) it not easy to find time to sit down and write a post. So on to that update.

 Judy has been doing very well for the past couple of weeks. She sees her little alligator (Allison) at least once a week and it’s like Christmas every time. Mom just seems to glow when she holds her precious granddaughter.

Some friends and I try to get together once a week for game night and the pick is usually yatzee.   Mostly because Judy is good at it and usually beats the pants of the rest of us.

Some bad news about Judy’s dog. Rosie has torn her ACL in her knee and has to have surgery. She can’t jump up on mom’s bed until she recovers, so she just sits at her door and cries. I’m sure shell be pushing mom to the edge of the bed soon enough.

Not much more to report. Judy seems in good spirits and has been, dare I say it, pretty easy to take care of. I think I may have just jinxed myself but it is what it is.  

Funny Quotes

I was thinking about something my mother said a few months ago. I don’t know why it just popped into my head.

It was during the hockey playoffs between the Penguins and the Redwings. (We are a big Michigan family so we wanted the Redwings to win)

Anyway I asked my mother if she wanted to watch the game with us.

“What game?” mom said softly. I told her it was the hockey game.

Judy looked up with a straight face and a gleam in her eye.

How many hawks do they have to get to win? – Judy F.

That got me thinking about other funny things that have been said by anyone older and more mature then myself. So if you have a funny story or quote please let me know. It may be part of a new post.

Please write your storys and quotes in the comment section along with your first name. Also add the first name and last Initial off the person who said it. the comments will not be posted rite away however they may be used in a later post. thank you.

Welcome to the newest member of Judy's clan

We would like to anounce the newest member of our family. Allyson Rose, born 7/31/09 @ 8:02am, 9lbs 3oz, 20.5 inches. My brother in law Adam and my sister Dee finally have there baby girl at home and in there arms that is if Judy will ever give little Ally back.

 

6 or 60 My Age Old Question

It’s been said that age is a mind set; that you are only as old as you feel. Well, with Judy that takes on an entirely new meaning. On any given day my mother’s mind can be 6 to 60 years old, and that makes for a fine line between mother and child.

On one occasion my mother threw a temper tantrum because I wouldn’t let her go outside to ride her bike: “Mom you don’t have a bike”, “Yes I do and you wont let me ride it.” “ I’m sorry but I don’t know what your talking about mom.” “My bike, I got it for my birthday and I want to ride it.” This conversation went on for a few minutes before my mother threw up her hands and yelled in her highest pitch “I hate you. You never let me do anything.”

Judy’s actions, speech and temperament reminded me of my children when they were little. And I believe that in her head she was a kid again.

Taking care of Judy is a full time job. The feedings, bathing, dressings, keeping her safe, making sure she is comfortable, dealing with tantrums, keeping, her from climbing out a window, ect. It is just like having another child except for one tiny little itty bitty difference. Judy is not a child. She is a 60 year old woman. She has lived her life. She managed to live through so much; A husband in the navy gone six months out of every year, two teenage daughters, ovarian cancer, skin cancer and breast cancer. I mean come on…The woman had a massive heart attach and survived. She deserves nothing but respect and admiration. Yet I have moments when I find myself treating her like a baby.

I have become my mother’s mother. So you can see how it can be a bit perplexed. Sometimes she even calls me mom. You know all the role reversal movies like freaky Friday and 17again. Hollywood makes it look so cool but in real life it sucks. It breaks my heart every time I have to say no to my mother. ‘No we cant go out right now’, ‘No you cant drive the car’, ‘No you cant say that to your grandchildren’. All the while I am still a 38 year old housewife just trying to keep my family together, my mom safe, and, my sanity intact.

So back to the fine line. When it comes down to it I still listen to my mother. So when she wants to have a conversation with me on an adult level I sit down and we talk. When she is in the middle of a tantrum I tell her no and try to explain that that’s not how we do things and when she is confused and scared I hug her and say its ok, I’m not going anywhere.

So on any day at any given time Judy can be 6 16 or 60. The hard part is figuring out what age she’s at and then trying to keep up. I just want to make sure that no matter what age she’s at we are all able to get through it with her so she is not alone.