It just seems to be one thing after another and I just want to cry.
Mom had a mini-stroke last month and surgery to open up the artery. Was I there? No. Today she fell in the yard and may have wrenched her knee. Was I there? No.
I’m stuck right here, 500 miles away, because we can drive down there but have no way of getting Hubby in the house with the power wheelchair.
I haven’t had a break in 18 months. I was last home in August 2021. I have no one to help. Hubby is at the point where he can no longer transfer by himself. If his kids help, they will have to see him naked and vulnerable. He needs help with toileting. Feeding himself is becoming more difficult.
Every morning is the same. I get up and bring him his morning medication. I clean him up. Dressing him takes 30-45 minutes now. I then position him so he can be transferred to his power wheelchair. “Normal” is next when I fix coffee and his juice. At this point, I can relax a little until it is time to cook. He does better during the day and I put him to bed around 10 p.m. I take another hour or two to unwind. With a lot of luck, I can sleep until morning unless he has a bad night and has to awaken me 3-6 times.
It is so tiring. I need a good cry. Now that spring is nearly here, I can work in the yard and cry outdoors if I need to.
Mom is 90. How much longer will I have her on earth? Hubby is 70 and has progressive MS. How much longer will I have him? I’m scared and I’m tired.
Weird Auntie 