Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Everything Passes

It was one of those rough, emotional visits with Mom yesterday.

She and Dad were married 70 years ago on June 30. I didn't think she would remember. I didn't know if she would even care. It would be interesting to see her reaction though.

Mom wasn't walking yesterday. She was sitting on the chair portion of her walker. She looked and acted slow. At 91, every day is a challenge, but this seemed to me more of a challenge than lately.

Robert was at another table with his wife, Virginia. Robert is a British author. Virginia has Alzheimer's. When I met them 16 months ago Virginia had notable memory impairment, but she could walk, and I could talk with her.

Robert sees her every day and pays incredible attention to her. Recently Virginia has been receiving hospice care and much of the time recently I had not seen her because she was in her room. Yesterday she fidgeted in her wheelchair, nearly emaciated, unable to control her movements. Robert attended to her with his cheerful attitude as best he could.

I don't know how he does it.

Bruno is from Austria originally, though he and his wife Yvette, a French native, had been living in the Escondido area for the past 25 years. Bruno moved Yvette into Mom's facility about a year ago because, at age 81, he could no longer provide her with the care an Alzheimer's sufferer needs.

Bruno was crying. Yvette would not wake up yesterday. She hasn't eaten anything in several days.

Mom seemed less cognizant than normal, and slower. She's never consumed food quickly, but yesterday was slower than normal ... much slower.

She had a haircut recently and her grooming was neat. She wasn't connecting though. She hasn't said my name in a very, very long time.

I showed her the engagement announcement and she stared at it intently. I'm sure she read every single word several times over, trying to make sense of it. She concentrated hard, her brow squeezed tight with effort. Occasionally a smile would emote. Mostly, though, she looked confused.

"Mom, can you imagine that it was 70 years ago today that you married Dad and started a family?"

Her eyes said bewilderment.

We moved on to another topic of conversation as the opening course, a carrot and raisin salad, was served. I showed her pictures of my recent trip to Italy, again, and she smiled pleasantly.

I don't think she remembers Dad anymore. I don't think she understands she was married. She held my hand. Her's were cold and mine felt good against her arthritis. She looked into my eyes and smiled - a warm smile of trust.

I do think she feels I will be there for her. Because it's true.

California's recent copy service regulations and fee schedule should have leveled the playing field, should have evoked more trust between payers and vendors.

But it seems that is not the case.

Copy service vendors believe that payers are going to exploit loopholes created by the new regulations to deny paying for legitimate services.

Claims payers have commented that copy service companies can't be trusted to not abuse the new system and to seek payment for services never provided.

Both are saying that more lawyers are going to be necessary...

All this time, these many years of living together under the roof of the same system, and still no trust.

What's sad about the entire situation is that no one, not the copy services, not the claims payers, not the government, says anything about the injured worker or the employer.

It's a system that feeds upon itself, and that will be the destruction of it.

Like Alzheimer's and dementia.

While we're seeing blank stares from the people and companies that are to be providing the services and goods to make this system work properly, nourishment is ignored, relationships are forgotten, atrophy sets in.

Bruno, Robert, and others will try to keep their spirits up, hanging on to memories of 70 years ago.

Eventually, everything passes.

1 comment:

  1. Kind of relates to the ampuated spirit comp can create in the injured or victimized, depending on your view. Injured workers get so obssessed, consumed, in their/our quests, for legitimit justice in our care and nourishment is ignored, relationships are forgotten, atrophy sets in.

    I always relate it in my mind back to this clip from a movie I saw There is nothing worse that an amputated spirit. Being harmed in the work comp machine is like a bad disease, that does robe one like allzimers, of many things in life towards the end... it even effects momory ect.... as well for some of us.... and of cours the relationships and more fialing health and YES even that Atrophy... YEt the quest for justice becomes an all consuming and ever burning ember, that is like one seeking justice agaisnt oppression... ... and well , like , it kind of is...... OPPRESION and a RING OF FIRE PEace

    OH and On that note my rendition of Ring Of Fire for when I got injured on the job, and went thru comp, it felt like I fell into a ring of fire.

    At least music therepy has helped to ease the pain. I gues thats what slaves have relied on and leaned on for generations now... I like this box my wife bought me a coulpe years back called the CAJON.... like somting like that but its a drum.. too fun.. and the history behind it and how it realtions to the slave matsters taking away the slaves drums, so as to try and take their power away.... and the slaves said hell no,,, will still yell and scream at the top of or lungs and bang and beat on box's and the walls, if I have to, to get our bully oppressors to stop harming us. I now IM weird.. any thanks and peace.

    Here is the clip.... it always brings to my mind.