They Used to Call it a Hi-Fi - Page 3
I will remember all of these things later. With Ruth on the phone, there is not time to ruminate on a piece of furniture. Lots of changes are happening. Phil is coming home after hip surgery, not because he is well enough, but because his insurance coverage for rehabilitative therapy ran out. Sentimentality and nostalgia are expensive luxuries now. I'm not sad the stereo will be gone when we return to visit. It's a piece of furniture.
Here are some other things I know with certainty: When we say goodbye, Ruth's tone will be hurried to release me and apologetic for taking my time; she will refuse most of my offers to help; ("There isn't much you can do,") and will rush to assure me that any time we can visit will be just fine.
But now, before we say our goodbyes and "Love you," Ruth and I continue to discuss the house, the changes, Phil's needs. I share some of the pointers from the caregiver website. Let your loved one finish what he needs to do; don't rush him. Walk next to your loved one, with an arm over his shoulder rather than pulling him from the front or pushing him from the back. "Oh, yes," says Ruth, patient with me, letting me finish, allowing me to contribute in a way I think I can.
Original post to Chicago Moms Blog. Cindy Fey blogs at We All Fall Down.