Saturday, July 14, 2018

Talking in his Sleep!

I have to share a chuckle I had last night about 2 a.m.  I got up to use the restroom and as I was just about to fall back asleep grandpa said "OUCH!" and went back to sleep.  I turned over and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Israel Bound!

For the next two weeks Ellis will get to have an experience of a lifetime!  He has worked hard to earn the money so he could participate in the Youth Summit Jerusalem.  Can't wait to see the pictures and hear the stories that he will have to tell.  I am so impressed with how brave our grandkids have been to go off by themselves with people they have never met before so they can have experiences like these.

If the internet is right this tells Ellis to HAVE FUN!


It's been a while since I updated what is happening with Grandpa.  I have addressed some of the funny things that happen but Andy said something last night that gave me the word I have been trying to find to describe what I have been seeing.  Health wise he seems to be doing well.  When we refilled his medication that is for his anxiety they gave me the medication he had been taking until our last refill.  It definitely is better, at least for Grandpa.  At the last doctor's appointment he handled it well and the doctor said we didn't need to come back for three months which is also good.  Now to the word.  Grandpa has become very docile.  His outbursts seem to be behind us.  We go out maybe once a day and on Sunday we don't leave at all and he has no problem with that.  He doesn't like going shopping now and whenever I do need to go and get something I continually reassure him that he is fine and we are almost done.  Today at the bank he never made a sound which is definitely a change because there is always a line ahead of us.  Eating continues to be a challenge and if I didn't make something for him to eat I don't think he would even question when we were going to eat.  For the last two years bedtime has been very regimented and at 7 p.m. he wanted to get his pajamas on and go to bed.  Now 7:00 comes and goes and he never says a word about going to bed.  To be honest, by 8 p.m. I am the one who says, "Why don't we get your pajamas on so you can go to bed?"  He now sleeps until the sun comes up in the morning and when it does he leaves the bedroom and sits on the couch until I wake up.  Occasionally he comes back to bed and sleeps for another hour.  The other morning when he went to get back into bed  I heard a big thud.  He had fallen out of bed but fortunately didn't hurt himself.   At least a couple of times a week he can't swallow his pills and I have to coax him to keep drinking water until they are either dissolved or down his throat.  This morning I took the key lock off of the front door and replaced it with the old lock.  I have no fear that he would leave the house now so the regular dead-bolt lock is easier to get in and out of. 

What does all this mean?  For me it is that sense of sadness that is always in the back of my mind.  I am grateful that he isn't anxiety ridden but it is often hard to see him struggle with his words.  We will continue to do the best we can and I am often reminded that the end continues to get closer. 

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

The Herd!

I love Chick-fil-a!  Especially today when they give away free chicken to anyone who comes dressed as a cow.  I read the wonderful book about the founder and I am so impressed with their desire to give back in so many ways!   I bet they are celebrating Katie's birthday!

Happy Birthday Katie!




           July 10, 2000


Monday, July 9, 2018

Walk in Library

When I read this quote on Pinterest I thought it really described how many of our granddaughters probably would feel!

                         Some girls dream of a big walk in                                                                  closet in their bedroom.                                                          I'd prefer a walk in library in mine!

My Wolf Crying Boy!

If you ever heard the fable of the "The Boy Who Cried Wolf!" you will understand my concern.  I earlier told you about Grandpa getting a haircut last week.  Shaving is another OUCH experience for him and this morning I encountered another situation that has me beginning to worry about rather or not I am hurting him or he is just my "drama king" who can't be taken too serious.  For years he has had really terrible toenail fungus.  We have been to a foot doctor and I have recently used an over the counter anti-fungal medication to try and get it in check.  Unfortunately, over the years several of his toenails have gotten misshapen and so I decided this morning it was time to try and do a little toe clipper surgery to at least relieve his discomfort.  Oh my goodness!  Before the clipper even touched his toe he was yelling that I was hurting him.  I kept saying that he was okay and I was only cutting the toe nail--not his skin.  Little did that help.  Sometimes the reality of my care giving experience is that you have to become a little callous in dealing with uncomfortable situations.  For grandpa it is--showers, haircuts, shaving, dressing, undressing, going to the restroom, going to the store, toe nail mention just a few.  Don't worry this wolf (ME) won't eat him up and the sheep will be okay--but I wish I could convince him to find a new fable!