Sometimes I cry
Not sobs, just tears running down my cheeks.
Sometimes I remember my Mom as she use to be, and it makes me sad.
Then I think about how much worse it could be.
She got worse, then she got better (probably thanks to my good care).
But, it is still just so sad. Her existence.
It's not really correct to call it living, although she is.
I think I cry, because someday, I will be just like her.
Sometimes I remember my Mom as she use to be, and it makes me sad.
Then I think about how much worse it could be.
She got worse, then she got better (probably thanks to my good care).
But, it is still just so sad. Her existence.
It's not really correct to call it living, although she is.
I think I cry, because someday, I will be just like her.
Labels: crying
posted by Confessions of a Caregiver at
9:49 PM
1 Comments:
I feel your pain. I understand exactly. I too cried a lot when my mom was heading down a slippery slop. Like you I didn't want to become like my mom.
What I learned is that it's never too late. I believe it's not too late for your mom too. Eliminate all processed foods and stick to dark leafy greens as much as you can. Our bodies can heal and restore. My mom proved this to me.
Do you have a Naturopath Doctor in your area? I'd absolutely visit one, s/he may be able to help both your mom and you.
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