Monday, September 14, 2009
When we got on the phone tonight (Saturday, September 12, 2009, I'm late posting) my Mom was happy. She was out of her depression, as I had hoped was happening with her talking the night before. She was telling me how bad it's getting talking to her Mom, my Non, who has Alzheimers. My Dad joined in from the background to explain, "There's a lot of 'you knows' and 'the things.'" My Mom burst out laughing. "We are so getting so bad." she laughed.
My Mom's short term memory loss from her MS and my Non's word loss from the Alzheimers, make basic communicating hard. I talk to my Mom almost every day and my Non 3 times a week. Their brain illnesses manifest very differently in conversation.
I asked my Mom if she had ideas for the project. She said she had thought of one during the day, but she forgot to write it down. I asked if she wanted to think of a new one. She was more than happy to.
"Maybe something about missing you, I know we already did that, how about your bathroom?"
"My bathroom?" I asked.
"Or your house? I don't know what it looks like where you live. I know you've sent pictures, but I can't picture it." she explained.
I liked the idea of the bathroom, so I painted my favorite one, without all the stuff on the counter, the way I like it.