my mom had a rough day yesterday – lots of pain, and she was no longer able to talk 😦 which led to mini moments of tears and a sense of hopelessness and frustration. i could see she was struggling, and for the first time, she didn’t want to eat – not a good sign.
if no one understands you, you can’t move, you’re in severe pain, and you can’t poo (your muscles, even the ones in your digestive system refuse to work when you have parkinsons), you do begin to wonder what’s the point? so i reminded her to breathe, massaged her through her pain, shared memories from my childhood, practiced understanding and compassion, and encouraged her to eat.
she spends most of her day painting, peeing and trying to poo. the 3 P’s…we laughed when i pointed this out to her. a little humor helps for sure. i try my best to get her to laugh before i have to leave.
we got a good laugh in when she asked to eat watermelon while sitting on the potty. and there we were, my dad, mom and i sitting in the bathroom, eating chunks of watermelon and grapes, giggling in between bites…enjoying the little things in life, and hoping the fruit would help move things along.