Lately I have found myself sort of wallowing. There have been some things happening that
have made me unhappy:
My grandparents were evaluated for home health care and we
learned they are in much worse shape than any of us realized. They think it’s 2010. They also think it’s late September. The fact that it’s 100 degrees and they’ve
been watching tryouts for the 2012 Summer Olympics just doesn’t compute with
them. There are others things, too, but
mostly along the same lines.
We are being told by their healthcare providers not to
correct them because it can scare, upset, or somehow agitate them. Home health care has been started, and my
aunt is coming in from out of town. Hard
decisions are going to be made in the next few weeks.
I realize there is nothing I can do to change my grandparents’
dementia. I don’t have a magic wand. We can’t turn back time and we’re told it’s
not going to get any better at this point.
I am resigned to the fact that there will likely come a time when they
don’t know who I am.
That being said, I am in a position to help the Alzheimer’s
Association. The semi-local Walk to End Alzheimer’s is being held on October 20 this year. It’s between where I live and where my parents
live. I talked to my mom about it
yesterday, and we are going to walk. I
also asked my friend Lorie about joining us and she said yes. I was feeling optimistic and ambitious, so I
created a friends/family team for us.
Right now we’re a team of three and they suggest at least ten for a
team, but my mom and I are both planning to ask other friends to join us.
I chose Making Memories as our team name. I think we’ll have a good time and make some
lasting memories during the walk, and I’m hopeful that it will contribute
toward making memories last for people who benefit from the Alzheimer’s
Association’s work. I’ve never done
anything like this before, so I’m nervous and excited at the same time.
It hit me (again) recently how devastating cancer is. This has come from a few different
directions. There are some people on my
husband’s job battling cancer and there have been some fund-raising efforts to
assist them with the expenses insurance doesn’t cover. We’re not especially close to any of these
people, but it’s terrible to hear about, and it has brought back some bad
memories.
One of my husband’s co-workers, a man he very much respected
and admired died of cancer a few years ago.
I think the fact that other people on his job are now dealing with
cancer has brought that loss back to their minds.
My best friend’s mom also died of cancer almost six years
ago. She was young, only 47. I think about the things she has missed and
will miss in Crystal and her brothers’ lives, and it seems so unfair. I also realized recently that it seems to
have made Crystal very afraid of losing other family members. One of her brothers is in the military and he’s
currently on a base on the other side of the country. Crystal worries so much about him that it
makes me really sad for her. I think it’s
compounded by the fact that after her mom, this brother is the closest family
member to her.
Once again, I don’t have a cure. I can’t make cancer and its devastating effect
on people’s lives go away. I can,
however, do what I can to support the American Cancer Society, and I can give
blood. Many of the donor stories on theRed Cross website involve donating blood because the donor has a family member
who is alive due to donated blood, or was given extra time because a family
member was able to be treated with donated blood. The stories are very touching.
I’m O Positive, so I’m told I should give blood as often as
I’m able. I’m sorry to say it has been a
while since I’ve given blood. There’s
apparently a real shortage right now, so I’ve made an appointment. There’s a blood drive right across the street
from my office building on Monday, so I have an appointment to give blood
during lunch. My hemoglobin isn’t always
high enough to donate, so I’m trying to eat iron rich foods now so I won’t get
deferred on Monday. There’s also a local
blood drive on Wednesday, so that’s my back-up plan if my hemoglobin isn’t high
enough on Monday.
It seems that animal rescue efforts have been failing lately. Lennox was euthanized and there have been
some dogs and cats networked lately that weren’t able to be saved. There have also been some that were in really
bad shape and just didn’t make it. It
felt like we’ve failed them.
But then there was an email from Gino’s foster mom. He has been re-named Journey, which seems
very appropriate. He is doing very well;
the sores on his body have healed, he’s no longer covered in fleas and ticks,
and he gets along extremely well with children and other dogs. She said he’s very affectionate, and
extremely well-behaved. She also says
there are multiple qualified adopters applying to adopt him, so he will be in
his forever home soon.
As transport drivers we very rarely hear much about the dogs
we drive after the transport ends. We
just make sure to work with reputable rescues and coordinators. And the efforts are very quickly moved on to
the next one, so it was doubly wonderful to hear how Journey’s journey is
going.
I also received a belated birthday check for the local
no-kill shelter from a friend. I had asked for donations for them for my 30th birthday. This friend wasn’t able to attend the cookout
we had, but still wanted to donate to the shelter. That donation brought the total to over
$300.00.
So, while not all of the adoptable animals are being saved,
many are. I can’t save them all, but I
can keep transporting, donating, and anything else that may come along that I’m
able to do.
As I said, enough wallowing.
