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

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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
    98109

Saturday, September 08, 2012

Mini Reunion

We all met at Mom's about 4PM. We'd planned to be there earlier, but Terrie and Eric were running a little behind. Mom wasn't quite ready to go, so it worked out for the best. Eric and the med tech helped her get ready. Mom wanted to go to a park, so I headed down to Gasworks Park and we sat and chatted a bit. It was still pretty warm so we found a nice spot on the eastern end of the park with some shade and not too many people. We had a nice visit and Mom tired out after about an hour so we headed to Ivar's Salmon House.

Mom wasn't hungry for anything and started feeling out of sorts about half way through dinner so Eric took her to the car, and stayed with her turning on the a/c while Terrie and I finished up and took care of the check. It took a little longer than expected -- we ate quickly but it was a busy Saturday afternoon so Terrie and I got caught up a bit waiting.  We had a nice outdoor seat, around the corner from most of the outdoor seats, which reduced the freeway noise from the Ship Canal Bridge to about a third.

On the way back I drove by the Fremont Troll. I'm not sure Mom really saw it -- I'll have to ask her when I see her this week. We enjoyed the drive by visit with the Troll which was on the way back to Mom's digs. She was feeling a bit better when we got back, but exhausted, wearing a happy and bemused little smile most of the time. The nurse helped her get ready for bed around the three of us giving her a hug and a peck several times each. I will remind her of the visit a few times, and try to get some pictures to her before long.

In summera, it was a nice visit with Mom, and Terrie too.

Thursday, September 06, 2012

Put Upon

Mom met me in the lobby. She'd called just before I left to tell me it was an emergency and I had to come down right away, so I told her I was planning to come by anyway. She felt the caretakers were manhandling and not listening to her. There is a long history in my experience that she fumes about things, until imaginings take on reality, complicated by a Romney-esque belief that everyone else in the world is her personal servant. I tried to kindly remind her that she is sometimes unreasonable and mean to people. "Remember Mom if you are not nice to people sometimes they respond in kind. They shouldn't, but sometimes they do." A bit of back and forth on that, but she acknowledged the possibility, as I acknoweldged she might be right. Reality is somewhere in between I'm sure.

I told her I would follow up with the staff and her Hospice coordinator to check up on things and to get her more pain medication. She has been very light on meds the last few years as compared to most of her adult life. I did get in touch with Danielle from Hospice the following day who said she'd follow up, and had already. I'd also talked to Sharon at the front desk. Mom thought there were new staff people, which is not the case, but Sharon was quite concerned about the feeling she was being manhandled and ignored. My personal take? Well, I think people did get impatient with her -- I don't spend as anywhere near as much time with her and I get impatient. Still, the staff and myself followed up as you don't want to find that you ignored something the one time it was real.

She was experiencing a lot of pain, and it sounds like the pain is moving around. She was talking of the tumor(s) like they were moving from place to place. It is hard to see her in pain, as there is nothing I can do about it. Between the pain and the medications I expect the lucid periods will become shorter and less frequent.

I reminded her we'd be getting together during the weekend because Terrie was coming up from Vancouver so we could have the reunion with all her kids she'd asked for.