Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Since I've Last Written...

Yes, I'm still around.  I know I haven't written any posts lately and I haven't got a good excuse for my absence.    It's nearly Christmas already and I haven't got a tree up, the house cleaned or any baking or Christmas cards out yet.  And I don't work outside the home, so no excuses there, either.

 I'm just not organized or particularly motivated. 
 And then there was Mom.  The Elusive Lucille fell ill in November with a very bad cold.  The week before she had been here helping me in the garden.  I was able to surreptitiously snap some photos of her from a great distance without her knowledge while Joel was kayaking in the Quarry one day.  Mom thought I was taking pictures of him, and I was, but I had ulterior motives, too.
Mom is hard to spot in this picture, but she is on the hill in the background, cutting back some perennials.  I didn't have the telephoto lens on.  Joel knew exactly what I was doing when I took these photos. 
If Mom knew the camera was aimed at her, she would have fled the area like usual. 

Mom, 92 years old and still gardening.

 A few days later, Mom was coughing and sounded terrible.  And she fell a few times, too.  Mom is stubborn and never wants to 'bother' me with 'silly' stuff, like falling down and feeling weak.  I threw a fit when I found out and insisted she go to the doctor.  She resisted, I insisted, and I hauled her in.  The doctor didn't mess around and put her on medication right away which is a good thing since her cough was deep in the lungs.  Thankfully we caught it before pneumonia set in. 

I took her home and did a little cooking for her, not much, but insisted again that she at least try to eat something.  She was not thrilled with my domineering ways, but she gave in and dutifully nibbled at her food.  She put her foot down when I said I was going to stay with her until she felt better.  My mother is a very private person and enjoys solitude and doesn't want to be a 'burden' to me.  I live less than a quarter mile away so she often says she has an assisted living lifestyle, which is true, but it doesn't make me worry any less.  One fall and she could be in serious trouble and I wouldn't know until the next time I checked on her, which could easily be hours on end if it happened at night.

So, what I did was go up and check on her several times a day and night for a few days.  I didn't want to wake her up at night, so I took a five gallon pail and placed it on the lawn under her bedroom window.  I stepped up on the pail and aimed my flashlight beam onto her bedroom ceiling, illuminating her room.  From my precarious perch I could tell if she was safely in her bed.  And she was.  I would hover there for a few minutes and then sit on the pail, listening for awhile.  After I was sure she was ok, I'd walk back home again in the dark only to repeat the process in a few hours.  I wasn't getting much sleep this way, but I was getting a lot of exercise.

I'd been nagging her about getting one of those alert buttons she could wear around her neck at all times, but she'd always frowned on the idea in the past, so we never bought one.  It wouldn't do much good if she wouldn't wear it.  However, this time Mom agreed that maybe she should have one especially when she had fallen a few times and wasn't sure how long she'd been lying on the floor.  (Gosh, that scared me.)

 I went ahead and ordered a 'Freedom Alert' button that we could program to call family members in succession instead of an outside company.   Mom seemed happy to know she wouldn't be 'bothering a stranger' when she needs help, but it still bugs her that she is supposedly bothering me.  Joel and I helped her with the learning process and showed her how it works and we run weekly drills so she doesn't forget how to operate the alarm. 

There is only one thing that completely confused Mom about the alarm.  When the unit is activated, it dials my cellphone first.  After I pick up the phone, the recording says, "This is an Emergency.  Please press 5 to stay on the line.  If you do not press 5, this call will be terminated and we will call the next number on the list.  Please press 5 now."

The alarm unit asks for the person being called to push 5 in case it would reach an answering machine or a small child.  If no one at the first number pushes 5, the unit disconnects and dials the next number on the list and so on and so forth.   The alarm keeps calling the programmed numbers until it reaches someone.  The fifth number can be programmed to dial 911 if you want it to.  

It took us many, many drills to reassure Mom that she did not need to do anything when the voice on the alarm told her to Press 5.  She was desperately looking for a 5 to push on her pendant, but of course, there isn't one. 

"All you have to do is push your blue button, Mom.  The voice is asking me to push 5, not you.  You just wait and when you get a connection to me or Carl or Joel, you'll know because we will talk to you through your pendant." 

I told her I was going to leave and she should push her alarm button in exactly five minutes.  She did as I asked, and it worked fine.  Then I told her I wasn't going to answer it and demonstrated how it went to Carl and Joel's phones next. 

After two weeks she has been feeling much better which is amazing.  She had been so sick, so fast that I feared the worst, but yet made almost as quick of a recovery.  Though I know she is 92 years old, it is hard to reconcile myself to the fact I could lose her since her personality hasn't changed very much over the years.  She has her days when it's hard to remember some things, but don't we all?  She is very quick-witted and never depressed. 

The alarm button/pendant has been permanently attached to her; she's been very good about it.  She set it off accidentally last Friday when I was about sixty miles from home and my heart was racing.  My cellphone rang and when I answered, I could hear her TV in the background and nothing else.  I said, "Mom!  Are you OK?  Mom, can you hear me?  What happened?!"

"I can hear you...who is this?  Where is this voice coming from?"

"Mom, it's me, Karen.  Are you OK? I'm talking to you through your alarm around your neck."

"From where?  Is that you, Karen?  Where are you?  I didn't push the button.  How do I turn this thing off?"

"Don't hang up, Mom.  (There is a button on the back she can push to hang up, but I didn't tell her about that because I didn't want to confuse her more.)  Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine, I must have leaned into the cupboard reaching for a dish.  I'm sorry to bother you."

"You didn't bother me, never worry about that!"

We chatted for awhile and I told her how to push the button to hang up.  I think she's got the hang of it now. 

She's seemingly back to normal again.  Housecleaning was her order of business this past weekend, with vacuuming, dusting and floor scrubbing on her hands and knees.  I volunteered to help, but she refused my offer. 

"I've got it under control," she said.  "I'm sure you have plenty of your own cleaning to do."

(That's an understatement if there ever was one, oh, my poor, neglected abode.)

"Ok, Mom, just don't forget to push your button when you need me, ok?"

"Don't worry so much.  You'll get gray hair.  We all have to die sometime."

"Just promise me you'll push the button, Mom."

"Ok, I promise."

"Thank you, Mom."

For everything.

20 comments:

FlowerLady Lorraine said...

Dear, dear Karen ~ Your Mom is such an inspiration with her indomitable spirit. I'm glad to hear she recovered from her illness.

Love and hugs to all of you.

FlowerLady Lorraine

Tufa Girl said...

So glad your mom is doing better. She is truly a treasure. I have always wondered how those LifeAlert buttons worked.

Shawn's mom hurt her back on her trip up north this summer and refused to listen to our urgings to get to the doctor. Finally at the doctor and he knocked some sense into her and told her that we were right in our concerns. That may work until next time.

Not much into the holidays here but did get the tree up. Wished I had cleaned the loft apartment as folks want to see the tree and Shawn lets them in. Sheesh. I did get a few more hours at work and have not gotten into the routine yet, so is my excuse.

Merry Christmas Karen.

Junebug said...

What a lovely spirit your Mom has! It proves to your blog buddies where you get your determination!!!

I have my tree up and a few decoration out now. That is going to be it for the season. The dust bunnies are still hiding, the floor still needs mopped, but you know it is okay. We will all enjoy the people in our live this season and that is what is most important.

Merry Christmas with lots of hugs!!

Sandy said...

Oh bless your dear sweet mom.. your a good daughter to get her that blue button..My mother-in-law just celebrated her 101 bday in November and I got a call last night that she is not doing well,, feeling tired and talking about her stuff... oh it saddens me. She lives in Central Illinois with her daughter and It scares me to think I might have to make a trip there soon to say good by! I love her so...
Sweet post my friend
Happy Holidays
Sandy

Alison said...

Hugs, Karen! You know you scared me with your opening words about your mom getting sick. I'm so glad she is doing better. She's such a stubborn old bird, isn't she? And I know you love her so very much. It's hard to get excited about the holidays, or even get anything much done, when you're worried.

Hugs again!

El Gaucho said...

I'm glad that your Mom is back on the mend, and I know that I'm supposed to be concerned by this posting, but it was just way too funny. Perched on your bucket with a flashlight outside her window like a Peeping Tom is just too funny. It's a good thing that she didn't wake up in the midst of your peeping, you'd have scared the Beejeezus out of her.

Carol said...

Glad to hear your mother is on the mend. They are so fragile at that age and it gets so scary.
Merry Christmas! I don't have my decor up yet either,,,,, soon :0)

Carol said...

OK so now I'm crying thinking of my dear mom that I miss so much and that your Mom is OK. We bought Mother a cordless phone to put in her pocket years ago for while she was outside. Of course she never would. Once on an accident she was talking to me and wandered away from the house. It's amazing how far I am from the house and this phone is still picking up she said. Really, Mom? Enjoy her while you can. She is a treasure. Merry Christmas. Carol

www.FarmLifeLessons.blogspot.com said...

Beautiful and fun to read!

Lana

Chad B said...

Um, Karen, I'd say that you have plenty of excuses for not having the tree up or Christmas cards sent out. And they are valid excuses at that! You and your mom are lucky to have each other. What you have been doing for your mom is very selfless. I hope you all have a merry Christmas!

Indie said...

Your mother sounds like such a lovely woman. My own mom is a lot like that, never wants to be a bother to anyone. I'm so glad she is feeling better! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas!

Beth said...

Karen, I'm glad your mother is doing better. You are so very good to her. I'm glad she got the pendant.
Have a great Christmas!

Dragonfly Treasure said...

So glad to hear your mom is going much better. Thats a great alarm...being able to call family instead. My dads only called thecompany hub. And he hatted using it because he could only wander so far from the house and took it of when he went to feed the sheep. That, of course, is when the company would call just to check on him. With no answer, well, you know what happened. We found a friend that would come over to feed the sheep for him. I'm an hour away and my sister is 1 1/2 hrs away.

Make sure you keep warm and take care of yourself too,
Take care
*hugs*deb

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patrick said...

Haven't been by in months. The kayak is amazing. God bless your Mom.

Jennifer said...

Hi Karen, I like your Mom- "Don't worry so much. You'll get gray hair. We all have to die sometime." She reminds me of my Mom! I could just imagine her saying something very similar. Thank goodness the cold did not turn into something more serious!
Have a great Christmas Karen! I haven't been blogging that much of late either and wanted to stop by and wish you and your family all the best in 2013!

Cathy Wiechert said...

I'm so glad your mom is ok, Karen. She sounds like such a treasure. :) I hope that you, Carl, and your family have a wonderful holiday. For the record, no tree or decorations at our house this year...we're getting used to the empty nest.

HolleyGarden said...

Karen, the love for your mother really shows in this post, and I hope you have many, many years ahead that she doesn't push the button (except by mistake!). The holidays are always so busy, but it's family that's important, not the decorations or the cleaning. Have a very Merry Christmas!

Rosemary said...

Merry Christmas
Hope your Mom is feeling better

Shirley said...

Such an indomitable spirit your mother is! I just love her spunk!

I could just picture you on that pail outside her window! I just had to laugh! You are such a good daughter.

Take care and Happy New Year Karen!