Acting Up

My musings, thoughts, rants, and discoveries. - Scott Maddock

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Location: Redmond, Washington, U.S. Inc. (Formerly U.S.A.)

Allie's Journey

For the next several months this will be dedicated to information pertinent to Allene M. Maddock. Her care has been assumed by Hospice as of 06Apr12.

Please feel free to call or write her. If you call be patient and take time to explain who you are. Currently she remembers, but you have to help her focus so she truly knows who she is talking to at the moment. We have to do this too, and I frequently say something like, "Yes this is Scott, your oldest."

Her phone is area code two-zero-six, and the number is 216 3816.

Her Address:
Allie Maddock
c/o Queen Ann Manor
100 Crockett Street
Seattle, Washington

Wednesday, August 29, 2012


Mom was doing really well and we had a great time chatting about the past, present, and future. I brought truffles again, nice sweets that she can chew up easily. She was complaining about the floor and wanted a clean up. I said I'd try to bring along my vacuum cleaner for an upcoming visit.

I'm writing this a bit after the fact so many of the details have slipped my mind. We talked about Jack and how we'd take her and Jack's ashes to Neah Bay on her birthday and I think she was present enough that she will remember a little better. She really likes being reminded of the memorial plans, so I'll keep doing that for her. I let her know her wish to have the kids to get together was coming together and it looked like it wouldn't be too long.

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Thursday, August 23, 2012


Mom was pretty alert this evening.  I got there about 5:40PM and stayed for an hour.  We chatted quite a bit and she was tracking pretty well, so that when she got stuck on a word I'd repeat it for her.  That was kind of interesting, though it may sound more ominous.  Words like squid took a while to communicate and it seemed like she was reintegrating words.  That she was able to track enough she knew what word to get clarified was very encouraging for me.

We talked about cooking, about things I'm doing and she used to do.  She griped a bit about the cafeteria and had a counterpoint where they had salmon on a bed of spinach.  She thought that was superb.  Her wish is that they'd not mix so many things together.  For institutional food it sounded like a plus in some ways, as I remember pretty dull meals in college and the Navy.  I let it go, and since I'd never eaten at Queen Ann Manor I might have been talking out of my republican.

I had another birthday card, Happy Birthday plus Five Weeks this time along with a box of the raspberry jelly sticks with dark chocolate and some dark chocolate orange mint patties.  I figured she was tired of getting truffles every time.  Then I reminded her how old she was: she'd forgotten.  There was a little unspoken disappointment I suspect that she is 79.  I said that means she is in her 80th year.  She really liked that interpretation and my way of thinking.  So I mentioned how I was basically a math nerd for my job, and went on a bit about being a nerd, and how reaching geekiness could be attained.  Pocket liners, taped eyeglasses and such.  She seemed to enjoy that bit of fun too.

I brought a couple tomatoes, a smallish beefsteak type, and a moderate roma.  I cut up the roma into small pieces for her, and got a little salt from a Costco sea salt grinder in the cafeteria.  Acidic foods are tough for her at times, and she figured out how to chew up the tomatoes without too much problem.  Right after I cut them up I held the little bowel, and she really liked the aroma.  When I came back with the little bit of salt and she started eating them with her fingers she enjoyed the smell again just before popping them in her mouth.

She was talking about something that started with a 'C', and I thought she was talking about a med patch or something similar.  When she gave me that hint I said carcinoma then cancer.  That was it.  I mention it because looking back I think she simply wanted me to say "cancer."  I thought it was both sweet and brave of her.  She has mentioned the pain, well she did last week and hinted at it this week.

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Tuesday, August 21, 2012


I received a voice mail from Linette and a call from Matt(?).  Mom would like a family get together.  The hard part will be getting Terrie as she is a bit overwhelmed with things right now.  Maybe?  We'll see.  I'm about to Email the siblings and see...

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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A Nice Visit

It was a longer visit this time, and Mom was more lucid than I've seen her in a month.  We had a nice chat -- I brought a small bag of truffles again, Dilettante this time.  And another birthday card, this one Happy Birthday + four weeks from us kids.  I'm thinking of making a silly habit of the birthday cards.

She still couldn't remember the anniversary she and Jack picked for their unofficial wedding, so I told her I'd plan take her and Jack to Neah Bay on her birthday to scatter their ashes.  The next appropriate birthday of course.  She liked the silly dark humor, and likes the reminder I'll be scattering them together.  Something she asked me to do a few times over the years.

It had been two weeks since I'd seen her.  I had commitments every single night of last week except Friday and I was bushed.  No big Friday -- just some sleep.  Maybe I was still thinking of her mean streak earlier, but I think it really was over commitment on my part.

Even though it was a week late to my mind, it really was a nice time we spent together and I wasn't there terribly long though longer than most visits, not quite an hour.  I recited Mother O Mine again, and she got all teary -- so she was tracking pretty well.  I didn't have to repeat things too much, and when I did she reconnected with the arc of our conversation.  I had a meeting downtown and I didn't want to wear her out.  I'm actually looking forward to visiting this week with another Birthday card.

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Thursday, August 02, 2012

Quick Fix

I stopped by for just a few minutes.  I brought a birthday card, and put Happy Birthday plus one week, and two of the small bags of Lindt truffles.  I didn't stay more than 15 minutes, just long enough be there, and not risk another litany of my faults, real, perceived, and fantasized.

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