Last night, M asked me if I HAD to help him with his shower. I told him no, I didn’t have to, but that he had asked me to help him with the water last week. I went on to explain that I noticed he was smelling fresher now that I had been helping him with his soap and washcloth every night.
He understood and seemed to think that was good. Then he said, “when that girl was here the other day, helping me with my shower, I wasn’t sure about that.”
Once again, the other girl was me.
I got to thinking about it – why he was getting confused about me and my help. On Sunday when I got up, I pulled my hair back in barrettes and went through the day like that. It wasn’t a tremendous change from the way I normally look, but maybe it was enough of a change to throw him off.
And make him think someone else was in the house baking cupcakes and helping him with his shower.
Needless to say, I will not be wearing my hair in barrettes again.
We had a good evening yesterday. No upsets about being forced to leave the house or anything like that. When I got home, M had yesterday’s mail on the counter and had gone through it. There wasn’t anything in there to upset him – some junk mail and statements – but he was very concerned about it. In the first 15 minutes I was home, he had picked up the mail and looked at the different items AT LEAST five times.
Finally, I took the mail and sorted it, throwing away the trash and hiding the items I could go through later, just to get him to stop obsessing about it. And then he was fine.
On the “words of encouragement” front – every morning, I get an email from Joel Osteen, with a daily bible verse and lesson. I figured I needed some sort of spiritual grounding to deal with all this. Sometimes the verse and lesson are very generic and non-specific – and then there are times I think the verse and lesson were developed specifically for me.
Yesterday morning, Joel Osteen’s lesson had this information included:
Can I tell you, all of heaven is cheering for you? You are not running alone. Heaven’s grandstands are packed with people who believe in you. Imagine every morning if you received a personal text from Abraham, Sarah, David, Moses, Ruth, or Noah. When you woke up each day, there was a message telling you how much they believe in you and how you are well able to make it. After all that these heroes of the faith went through, their words carry some weight.
That, in itself, is powerful enough. But then I got to thinking – I’ll bet all my relatives, those who have gone on before me, are cheering for us, too. Even all our dogs! I can’t say that image made the day completely better and every trial and tribulation go away, but it really did help.
Linda, I just read your email message, needless to say, I was unaware of Matt condition till last week. I would like to extend my hand out to you if you may need my help. I know this is a very hard times for you and your family, but if you need me iam here. Gods Blessings to you both. Carol mcguire
Thank you SO MUCH! Yes, the last three years have been tough and certainly not what we had expected our lives to look like. Sending you love!
Your new nickname should be “cupcake”. Leah
Hahahahahahaha!