Monday, October 08, 2012
We went to church yesterday and walked in as the preacher was making his opening remarks. MIL was really wobbly and not feeling well and she hobbled to our seats with the whole congregation watching. Afterward, everyone was coming up to ask us how she was doing. One friend sat with her and talked a long time, held her hand. That friend had cared for her husband for many years and he died a year or so ago. Its been one week ago today and not too bad. I don't know how she cared for herself for so long. It takes forever for her to get dressed in the morning, just to put on a bra. And she can't walk anywhere for long. After church, she sat down in her chair and slept until about 1:00. I guess she was plumb worn out.
I never wanted for this to happen, for us to take her in. But its not so bad. And I think of her in a nursing home, we would have to go there everyday which would be a worse thing.
We have 2 dachshunds we adopted from a shelter last year. Peanut, the female, barks at her as she walks by. It took a while for Peanut to settle in with us and make friends. Now Wally, the male, he loves everyone. And last night as we watched TV, Wally laid in her lap and she just stroked and stroked him. Dog heaven it was. And good therapy for MIL.