Ten days ago my dad had emergency open heart surgery. He’s in the rehab hospital now and doing well, but mom has been home alone for almost two weeks and it’s been a long two weeks. Her dementia keeps worsening, and it’s difficult for her to be alone. I check in on her every chance I get. I call multiple times a day and try to stop by at least every other day, if not daily.
Today I took off work early so mom and I could go to Horton’s furniture store and look at recliners with a lift chair function. I thought this might be helpful for dad once he gets home from the hospital. He’s not supposed to put a lot of pressure on his arms and chest, so this will make it easier for him to get up from the chair. And if the stairs are too much, he could sleep in a recliner, instead of trying to make it upstairs to his bed.
The plan was for me to pick up mom around 4:00 and we would drive to Horton’s. While it’s not far from her house, it is on the other side of the highway and she hates getting near the highway because of the traffic. I got held up at work and was about five minutes late. No one answered when I knocked on her door, and when I tried to open it, it was locked. Fortunately, I have my own key to their home, so I was able to let myself in. Once inside, I called out and there was no answer. I walked around to see if she might be asleep somewhere, but the house appeared empty. I finally decided to look in the garage, and sure enough, the car was gone. Mom had taken the care and gone somewhere. I keep trying to keep her from driving, but she is quite stubborn and insists that she can still drive. She is denial about the dementia. She says all old people forget things. I keep trying to tell her that it’s different with her, more than just old age forgetfulness, but she won’t hear it. She refuses to discuss it with her doctor. And she refuses to give up driving.
I waited a few minutes to see if she might come home, and when she still wasn’t there after ten minutes, I called the hospital to see if maybe she got confused and thought we were going to meet there so we could visit dad. The nurse went and looked in dad’s room and up and down the hallway and said she didn’t see mom anywhere. Next I decided to call the furniture store, thinking maybe she got confused and thought we were supposed to meet there.
“Hi, I have a funny question for you. I’m supposed to meet my mother to take her to your store, but she isn’t at her house. I’m wondering if she might have gone to the store without me. Is there by chance an 80 year old woman looking confused in your store?”
“Are you Kelly?”
“Yes! So she’s there! Tell her I am at her house and I will be there in 10 minutes. Don’t let her leave.”
“No problem, she is fine. She is walking around asking everyone if they have seen her daughter Kelly. We thought you were in the store somewhere.”
A quick drive to the furniture store and I find my mom looking out the window, waiting for me. She waves to me as I pull into the nearest parking spot.
“Hi Kel! Where have you been? I’ve been waiting forever.”
“The plan was to meet at your house, mom.”
“No one told me that. I got lost trying to figure out how to get in here now that the highway blocks the entrance. I had to drive through all those houses and I finally found my way.”
“Mom. That’s why I don’t want you driving. That’s why I was going to pick you up and bring you, so you didn’t have to drive and get lost
“I can drive myself. I’ve been here forever! I’ve been here since 5:00!”
“Mom. It’s only 4:30”
“Huh? Why are we here? Are we buying new furniture?”
“We’re looking at chairs for dad, remember? I want a recliner with a lift seat to make it easier for him when he gets home.”
“What’s wrong with the chair he has?”
“It’s not a recliner and the springs are broken in the seat, so it sinks down lower than it supposed to.”
“I didn’t know that”
“Yes. You did. We’ve talked about this many times”
“I’ve never heard that before.”
“Yes you have.”
“No, I haven’t”
We find a salesman who walks us back to the lift chairs and shows us some of the options.
“Get in mom, let me show how this works. I think it will be really helpful because it’s all remote controlled, so you don’t have to lean over and use one of those bars on the side”
“Okay mom, I’m going to lean it back. See how nice that is? It goes all the way back so you could sleep in it.”
“Stop! This is too far back! This is scaring me!”
I push it back a little farther.
“STOP!”
I laugh and look at the salesman. “It doesn’t matter how old you get. It’s still fun to mess with your mom.”
My grins and shakes her finger at me. I use the remote to lower the chair back to its original position and let mom climb out.
“You’ll just have to be sure not to confuse the chair remote with the TV remote or the cell phone.”
The salesman laughs, thinking I’ve made a joke. But this stuff happens all the time now. Last week I caught mom trying to close the garage door with the car key remote on her keychain, instead of the garage door remote. She kept telling me the garage remote was broke, so I gently explained to her that she was holding the car keys and not the garage remote. She looked at me like I had no idea what I was talking about it, so I just closed the garage for her and decided not to argue about it.
We looked around and found a chair we liked. I told mom I was going to run out to my car and get the couch pillow I had brought, so we could make sure the chair was going to match the couch. The salesmen left to check on delivery options for us. When I came in mom had wandered off and found some rockers that she was testing out.
“Come try these, Kelly. They are so comfortable”
I sit in one of the rockers. “You’re right mom, these are comfortable. But they aren’t recliners and we wanted dad to get a recliner.”
“A recliner?”
“Yes. With a lift seat, remember?”
“A lift seat? What’s that? Do they have those here?”
“Yep. Remember, we just looked at some. Come here, I’ll show you.”
“Oh these are nice. He wants one of these?”
“Yes mom. Remember, we just looked at this one and decided it would be the best pick”
“Ohhhh, I remember. Yes, this is a nice chair. It’s leather!”
“Well, it’s faux leather, but it’s all the same”
“What?”
“Nevermind.”
“Is it time to pay this man? I went to the bank and I have my checkbook.”
“Let’s just put it on your credit card. That might be easier.”
“No. I hate credit cards.”
“Okay. Do you have enough in your checking account to cover this? I think you do, I think dad said you should have plenty.”
“I have enough money to buy five of these.”
“okay, then. But let’s just buy one today.”
“I went to the grocery store and I wrote them a check and they tried to give me back coins. I told them I did not want coins, I wanted dollar bills. They kept trying to give me coins, but I just wanted bills.”
“Mom, why would you be getting change when you wrote a check?”
“What do you mean? I paid for my groceries and they insisted on giving me coins instead of dollars. I don’t like coins.”
I tried to imagine the scenario that caused this scene, and assume mom wrote the check for too much money. I feel bad for the people at the store who had to try to explain this to her. I‘ve offered to take her to the grocery store almost every day, but she insists on driving herself.
“Why did you go to the bank today, mom?”
“I needed to know how much was in my account.”
“I can help you look that up on the computer.”
“Well, the computer is broken again. I didn’t want to bother you with it.”
“It’s okay mom, I will look at it when we get back to your house.”
The last time the computer was broken, it was just that she had closed her internet browser and couldn’t remember what to click on to open it back up.
She is changing so fast, and it makes me so sad. I’m thinking about posting this story on my blog. I’m writing because I want to remember what this period of time is like. It’s both amusing and extremely painful. A couple of years ago I would never post something like this on my blog because I would know she would read it and I would be in all kinds of trouble. But now she would never find my blog, or even understand what it is. I remember acomment she made on one of my early posts many years ago, a short comment about what a good writer I was and how she was proud of me. I miss her. I miss who my mom used to be.