“YOU NEVER BELIEVE ME!” Now she is the child who may or may not have taken something. Or carelessly crossed a street. Or misjudged the contents of a glass, or what was or was not in the closet. Now she is the child. She hung up on me.” I wrote about this here. For over a week I did not hear from my mother. She was cognizant that she had hung up on me, in fact she told the social worker that she was well aware and would call me “next week.” “Next week” came and went. As for … Continue reading →

When I wrote the previous blog and then lost it, I failed to realize when reconstructing it that there were other things on my mind. You can call it revenge but it is likely more like justice for the elderly. If the elderly aren’t treated righteously now, when we “get there,” we will be screwed. Here’s what I wanted to add. While my mother has always tended to see other people as a threat, as untrustworthy and nosy, I always had the opposite approach; until they proved themselves otherwise. You decide. And, by the way, what would you do? For … Continue reading →

The light at the end of the tunnel is not an illusion. The tunnel is. Where was I? It is now the middle of the sixth week of my ongoing challenges—to advocate on behalf of my mother; I continue to spin. Just when I think I can take some time off, the phone rings. It’s complicated. We are at a turning point. Actually, we are at several turning points. The boxes continue to pile with folders, the folders continue to expand. 1. I am still up against my mother’s doctor’s office. I have sent fax after fax, made call after … Continue reading →

Happy Sunday from a rainy New York City, friends. I’m glad you’re here as I need to unload. Life is funny: it is almost as if I am living in a ping pong game, I being the ball, am being batted over the net as the caretaker between the two teams: husband on one side and mother on the other. To wit: husband’s game is tomorrow, the day we journey to Manhattan to two different hospital buildings–one for a C-T scan and another, nine blocks away to have his twenty plus metal staples removed from his head and sutures removed … Continue reading →