I fed my Mom today, then I cried on the way home. Emotions come from out of no where when it comes to my Mom. Lately I've been numb, but today, I just wonder what is her test, my test, or whoever's test? Why does she have to endure to this end?
Her food is pureed, looks appetizing doesn't it. No wonder she would rather chew on her bib! Her skin is a mess, and has everyone at wits end. Dr. Canfield is beside himself, can't figure what it is. Now she has a skin tear on her hand, most likely from her scratching at it. Lyndsey tells me the social worker for our Hospice is trying to find a dermatologist that does house calls...yeah, bet that exists!
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