Since my mom's colonoscopy on Tuesday, I've pretty much stayed away. The aftermath of the colonoscopy was rough. She told everybody no less than a dozen times how cold she was. Then she asked over and over if we'd seen the doctor. I found myself losing patience, and I hate when I feel that way.
My sister told me yesterday that my mom doesn't remember her hospital stay from three weeks ago. I guess that is normal with this disease? It's hard to find any normalcy lately. My mother's house use to be a haven for me, and now I hate to go over there. It smells of dog and tuna fish with lingering hints of whatever air freshener my sister has recently sprayed. My mother refuses to let any window be opened, so sometimes I feel like I am absolutely suffocating. Mom told me the other day that the church told her she shouldn't open any windows. I am sure she is referring to a luncheon she went to a year ago where the guest speaker scared her with a talk about break-ins and how to stay safe.
It's difficult to watch this once vibrant woman become this person I don't even recognize. I hate the new normal.
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