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Jan. 10th, 2003 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lsandersonOff soon to get a haircut. Dentist appointment at the crack of dawn on Monday.
Unload the car. It's full of boxes from my aunt's. I have to go on Saturday and get lots more. There was one of those dreaded "in the next room" conversations last night. My aunt's friend was upset about the assisted living, upset about my aunt's condition, and upset about hearing different things from different people. It's the result of lots of conversations in different rooms. I try to keep emphasising to different people that ALS does not destroy the mind. It's my aunt's life, and she's in control.
I've been going to start putting things up on eBay, but I may have been beaten to the punch. They talked with an estate agent today. It went better than the last one. I'm not sure what will be left.
I got rather downbeat this morning, and started connecting comments with when I realized my mother was checking out. I'd known for a long time that it was coming with my mother, but the slide was gradual, I didn't recognize it. When I was in Phoenix to help her recover from hip surgery, it rapidly became painfully obvious that much of her brain wasn't working anymore. There was no correct relation to space, and more than two choices resulted in an infinite loop. My aunt is on the opposite path, where the body rapidly declines, but the mind stays. My mother's body went on, long after speech, reason, and knowledge left.
Unload the car. It's full of boxes from my aunt's. I have to go on Saturday and get lots more. There was one of those dreaded "in the next room" conversations last night. My aunt's friend was upset about the assisted living, upset about my aunt's condition, and upset about hearing different things from different people. It's the result of lots of conversations in different rooms. I try to keep emphasising to different people that ALS does not destroy the mind. It's my aunt's life, and she's in control.
I've been going to start putting things up on eBay, but I may have been beaten to the punch. They talked with an estate agent today. It went better than the last one. I'm not sure what will be left.
I got rather downbeat this morning, and started connecting comments with when I realized my mother was checking out. I'd known for a long time that it was coming with my mother, but the slide was gradual, I didn't recognize it. When I was in Phoenix to help her recover from hip surgery, it rapidly became painfully obvious that much of her brain wasn't working anymore. There was no correct relation to space, and more than two choices resulted in an infinite loop. My aunt is on the opposite path, where the body rapidly declines, but the mind stays. My mother's body went on, long after speech, reason, and knowledge left.
