Raw
I went to see Grandmother today. She did not know me. I knew this would happen eventually, but it was still disconcerting. I have to look at it like this: She cared for me, both physically and emotionally, long before I knew her as her. And I can do the same for her.
I wrote some words yesterday, and I suppose I’ll share them here with you now, lest you think I am placid, and accepting and calm.
Ya’ll please forgive me. I need an audience, and this is just too raw to put on my blogs. Maybe I’ll put it out there tomorrow, but for now, I have to talk to my “therapist” (that’s ya’ll). You may have read where I posted that my Grandmother has this Organic Brain Syndrome thing. It means her brain is atrophy-ing.
I am so hurt, and I am so angry. This will take my Grandmother from me millimeter by freaking millimeter until all that is left is the body my real Grandmother used to live in. This is not fair. This stinking sucks. And I hate, hate, hate. this. thing.
I just want to throw something. But I don’t know if that’s the small-child-having-a-tantrum kind of throw, or the baseball-lobbed-into-heaven-to-get-God’s-attention kind of throw.
Can I just say this has been one of the two worst months of my life? Only one time before in my life have I felt so used up, washed up, wanna hang it up defeated.
I did more research last night. Some sites say that Organic Brain Syndrome is an alternate name for Alzheimer’s. Talking to Mama about it today, we decided that it really doesn’t matter what we call it, the effect is the same. The name means nothing, and the effects mean everything. My Grandmother does not know me.
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I’m so sorry Cass. My family has been through this as well, and its torturous. Hang in there and keep loving her (and showing it) like I know you will.
I did more research last night and the best that I can determine is Organic Brain Syndrome is the shrinking and deteriation of the brain which is not an ailment of its own but caused by other things which Mother has had several. This mostly has an effect on the motor skills, which we know to be true.
I’m in tears for you Cass! I am so very sorry!
My grandmother was one of the most special people to me ever – she died 10 yrs. ago, when my youngest child was three weeks old – she’d waited for her.
I still miss her so much even today – I have her wedding rings on my dresser – and opening that box can send me into fits of sobs.
I know how bad this must be hurting you, and I am aching for your pain.
{{{{{{{{{Cass}}}}}}}}}}
Cass, I don’t even have words to express how I feel for you right now. I’m praying and lifting you up for strength and peace during this tragic time. I wish I could sit there and hold your hand.
Cass, I am so sorry. I have no words except to lean on Him. But you already know that. Lean on me, too, when you need to. You know how to find me.
No words…simply prayers. Hang in there.
I’m so sorry Cass. I am right down the road if you need a friend.