Such a quick trip up to Penticton and back this weekend. Glad to see my Dad and be able to get him some groceries, trying to make sure he's got back up food in the house and doesn't have to spend much on groceries (I don't know how anyone could spend $28 in one month for food, even without pets to provide for as well).
Hard to see Mum, though. She was really very confused on the Saturday evening. She was in bed when we got there (they took her straight to bed after taking 3 hours to eat her dinner, as she was just sitting slumped in her chair). I don't think she really knew who I was, and she looked so different from even just three months ago.
On Sunday she was a bit more coherent, and did manage to eat most of her salad in I think about an hour (even though we'd obviously shown up with lunch just as she'd managed to finish her breakfast). We did mange to pick up a sippy cup with handles and a straw, as one of the attendants indicated this would be much easier for her to hold and to drink with, so hopefully she likes it and finds it easier to use. Dad knows where to go to pick them up now (and luckily we were able to find one without baby designs on it).
The nurses actually think Mum may have had a stroke, but they're not 100% sure. She's been taken off some medication and has improved a bit, but apparently this big change has mostly taken place in the past two weeks with her sudden drop in mobility and, more importantly, cognitive ability.
It's so hard to see these types of changes, particularly when during the last visit one of the attendants indicated that she'd likely be there with them for 15 years or more. Does she actually have that long stretching ahead of her with this being the best she's able to hope for in the way of quality of life, or has that time-frame suddenly changed?
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