Bee Beatty

That's so good to hear! Mom is insisting on coming home, but she has to stay 14 days for speech and physical therapy. She begs me to take her home every time I leave from visiting. I go twice a day...she is only 3 miles from my house.

She has been diagnosed with FLD (Frontal Lobe Dementia), somewhat common at age 84. Not Alzheimer's as we initially thought. I have been able to sign her out for home visits, however Neurologist is recommending Long Term Care. For now, I am sleeping - not worrying every night about her safety. God Bless us each and every one.

Bluelady

just saying hi. Letting ya know I am still around. No blocks done yet though. Getting fabric together tonight though.

Janice McC

This is a cheery block! Brings a smile to my face.

Billi

Such happy colors Bee 🐝. I can't wait to see the quilt Terri makes with all of the bright beautiful fun blocks it's going to be fun and happy. .

Here is my block for Moonrise it's another version of friendship star. I have to say the more I look at the colors and all the blocks being made for her I think it's one of the best "off beat" color combinations I have ever seen. This quilt is going to be incredible too. .

Kassaundra

I'm doing that exact friendship star in 4 inch as the corner block in the sashing on my URR quilt.

terriamn

Bee have been hearing frontal lobe dementia a lot lately. My Growth leader's best friend who is in her 60's has been battling it for several years. Doctor dismissed deminta for my Mom, said her forgetfulness and what not is normal for a 87 year old person. Let's face it a lot of us can't remember things even now. Glad you are able to sleep and not getting yourself all worked up.

travelinggramma

My face in the mirror
Isn't wrinkled or drawn.
My house isn't dirty.
The cobwebs are gone.
My garden looks lovely,
And so does my lawn.
I think I might never
Put my glasses back on.

Libster

LOL Love it!

Bee Beatty

[QUOTE=travelinggramma;7079686]My face in the mirror
Isn't wrinkled or drawn.
My house isn't dirty.
The cobwebs are gone.
My garden looks lovely,
And so does my lawn.
I think I might never
Put my glasses back on.

Travellinggramma,

Thank you for this wonderful post! I realized how I have been running around fueled by some mis-guided belief that as long as I don't breakdown, the world around me will stay in tact and everyone else will be OK. Instead, the words in your post somehow jumped off the screen like an arrow directed precisely at the one small crack in my steel armor - landing on the broken place in my heart and there I was - exposed for all to see! The flood gates opened! No where to run, no where to hide....I realized that I was loosing my mother and it was crushing me! .....and that her stress and frustration was largely due to my inability to accept that she is slipping slowly away, and just be with her.

This afternoon I have grown up....yes....at the age of 65 we can still grow up! I realized this is not about me, this is about her wanting to connect with me and my fear. A box of tissues later, I am looking forward to seeing her at dinner to actually listen to what she wants to say and let leave her glasses on.

Much love to you --Bee

Difergie

Hugs to you, carolyn