Mom smiling, 5/29/08 1:30 a.m.
It happened rarely enough even a year ago to make it a picture-worthy occasion.
I feel like this blog, though I seldom write to it, is too often negative. Perhaps I've been inspired by Julie & Julia, but I can't help but wonder why anyone would want to read this. And maybe that's not why I'm writing this--it's not my 'stated' reason--but still . . . . If it didn't matter if no one reads this, I would just be writing in my journal. By the way, I don't write in my journal at all anymore, and haven't for years, so I guess I'm not doing too badly by this blog.
Anyway, I've decided to try to write about the positives of caring for Mom. Unfortunately, at her stage of the disease, those are few and far between. This morning, for example, Mom smiled when we woke her up. She smiles now about once every 3 or 4 months. The neurologist says she has lost the ability to smile. But this morning, she looked just a little like she was smiling, and when I spoke to her with my own big smile, the left corner of her mouth turned up just a little more. Enough to qualify as a real smile. But not enough to see in a picture.
After Mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, back in '96 as far as we can tell, she did well for quite a while. Once it became more and more apparent that she couldn't live alone much longer, Jeanne and I asked her to come live with us, not because of obligation, but because we loved her, and enjoyed her company, and we wanted to do this for her. When the time came that she did indeed need to move in with us, it was still sometimes hard to tell how advanced the disease was. We still talked, and laughed; she even voted in the 2004 election via absentee ballot. We asked her if she wanted to, and she said yes, as long as we didn't tell her who to vote for. We watched the Kerry-Bush debates, discussed them, and let her come to her own conclusions. She had definite opinions. Then I helped her fill out the ballot and mailed it in. She didn't like to order her own meals at a restaurant anymore, but she always took voting pretty seriously. That was a decision she still wanted to make.
Her disease has advanced slowly, which allowed for some quality time in those first couple of years living with us. But she no longer has that quality of life. She rarely responds even to our granddaughters or the dog, and they used to be the light of her life. Mom is enduring more than she's really living.
Jeanne and I did, as alluded to earlier, see Julie & Julia earlier this week. It's a wonderful film, and Meryl Streep is an absolute delight as Child. Afterward, I couldn't help but think, "Mom would have liked this movie. Unless, of course, it would have made her feel inadequate about her cooking." Mom was a great cook, but did not try anything remotely Julia Child-ish. Confidence--about anything--was not her strong suit. Her most elaborate dish was Beef Wellington, which my dad insisted she learn how to make after having it at a hospital fundraiser. She made it every year for Christmas until too many of us became vegetarian to make it worthwhile. She may have watched Julia on occasion; she liked her, though her favorite cooking show was "The Galloping Gourmet." Still, I believe she watched these shows for entertainment. She was interested in their cooking at the spectator level, not the aspiring gourmet chef level. At least Mom still likes to eat. And believe me, the quality of the food matters. She's not picky, but if she doesn't like it, she won't eat it. There are some aspects of quality of life that still matter to her.
