Updates from Lewyville, Oklahoma Style

September 29, 2008

I did Mom and Dad's grocery shopping yesterday and took their stuff

to them. Mom was sitting up in her recliner, but she was in

Lewyville for most of the time we were there.

The majority of her day is spent in a semi-conscious state. She

rouses from time to time, can do about 30 seconds to 5 minutes

of " showtime " when someone new walks in, but it doesn't last much

longer than that.

She's confused a lot about names. She now claims that her name is

some long string of names of people we've never heard about, and

she's changed all of our names to reflect her name change...*LOL*

The only one she can remember with any degree of clarity is my

granddaughter, who is 16 months old.

She was barefoot yesterday, which she normally isn't. I couldn't get

her to talk about her feet, but they appeared red and swollen to me.

I got her to put her feet up and I put moisturizer on them and rubbed

them. Her arms are dry and flaky also. She's not taking in enough

liquids, but she has problems with aspiration of even Ensure, which

is thick.

Ron said something about God not giving us any more than we can

handle. If I thought for one moment that God handed down this

disease to my mother for any reason, I would have to sever all

relations with Him. My little brother just went through his THIRD

operation to remove a brain tumor. My older brother has had multiple

CHF episodes...and all of this just within the past year.

Again, my take on things is simply my opinion, and nothing more. To

me, the fact is that we are living in a physical world, not God's

kingdom. God doesn't hand us punishments and diseases and the like.

Those are all part of the natural processes of having a physical

body. What God does do is hold us up and support us and give us

strength to deal with what we have to handle.

So I pray. I ask God's help to deal with what I have to handle. And

He comes through for me. And when I leave my parents' house to come

home, I cry. And God sees my tears. And He gives me strength. Am I

the woman God wants me to be? I doubt it. But He loves me anyway.

And Ron has to understand that God will love him even if he doesn't

make it to church.

Jannis

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