Happy August!

We had a good visit with Mom's nurse today.  Last week Mom was 're-certified' with Hospice and that is a good thing because she has had a little bit of a 'bounce' and is feeling some better now, aside from the fresh UTI. We started another antibiotic on Monday 8/8, and she finishes it today...this is twice this month already. Her sugar readings are low, so we hope that means we're cured, for now.  We have an appointment with the urologist next Monday.  I wish there was something more/else we can do.  He made a few of the old suggestions again.  We could try to tinker with her Ph balance by adding lemon to every meal, or just keep on with the pills.  Since every physiology is different, all we can do is try everything.  The problem is, we already have tried everything.  Hospice is being very 'patient' with me about it, because often this is an issue that is just going to be there until the end.  They would rather I stop the pills and the doctor visits. 

The two new diagnoses are that she is still having little heart-attack type episodes that include clamminess and dizzy spells, and that she has a little vascular dementia.  Her heart is slowly winding down and taking short sabbaticals.  They seem to come in spurts.  One day she will fall asleep and not wake up.  Cathy had told me to expect her to have a decent 'bounce' towards the end.  Her cognizance will continue to diminish, as well as her judgement because she isn't getting adequate blood flow to the brain.

She is still tired, still forgetful, still cheerful.  She takes a three hour nap everyday.  We talk about the future, about her departure.  She likes to talk about the roster of loved ones that have gone before.  We like to think about them anxiously waiting, looking for her.  Oh, she enjoys that!  It always brings a smile when she thinks about her Dad. 

The kittens are ending up to be quite entertaining.  Sam, the white one, loves water, anything in a glass or goblet, and to sleep in the bathroom sinks.  He will cry for us to turn on the water.  Then he will play as long as we keep the water running...or he will help me do the dishes.  It's rather a fight when he gets in between me and the faucet, he is so flexible.  Humphrey, the tuxedo one, is at times the more curious-brave one and also the more skittish of the two.  They both would rather eat Lily's dog food, which is a problem because I keep their cat food out of her reach.