On Wednesday, my sister called to tell me that my uncle called my dad that day and urged us to visit my grandma. Grandma by the Lake has been practically incoherent for two years. In fact, when Mom died almost three years ago, no one told my grandma because she was not with it enough to grasp the reality. Unfortunately, in her coherent moments, she thought Mom stopped loving her.
I last visited my grandma in March. I went with my sisters, and she seemed to be more inconvenienced by us than anything. She could not speak, and no emotion registered on her face. Prior to that visit, whenever I saw my grandma, she would just light up. While I could not be sure she knew who I was, I could be sure that she was glad to see me. After the March visit, I made lots of excuses not to go. We have a crazy busy schedule, and I have to be Mom first. I don't like going alone. She is in good hands, and the last visit seemed to do nothing for her. In fact, it seemed to just disrupt a routine.
Then my uncle called my dad. He said she was coherent - talking even. Huh?? I went with my siblings (all six of us) and one sister-in-love, and five of our children to see for myself. Wow! Just Wow! She talked. She laughed. Her face lit up. She even cussed the staff. Did I mention that she was always feisty? I had a great time. Is this a last hurrah for my 96 year old grandma? I wondered. My brother spoke with the staff. She has been like this for weeks. All of her medication has been changed. So, we lost almost three years to medication. On some level I understand that. She gets anxious and paranoid, and they start medication to control that. It works. They don't take her back off of it, and then we lose her to a trap of mind altering medicine. My mom fought that battle all the time when she was alive. My uncle fights it now. Whatever the case, I will take this precious time with my grandma and enjoy it for as long as I can. I think I will take the big kids, the ones who remember her best, to see her tomorrow.
As a side note, I have to brag on Wyatt. He willingly, without being asked, gave Grandma by the Lake random hugs and cuddles while there. He walked the hall without complaint with a resident who is clearly not in her right mind, but definitely sweet. He even went to tell her goodbye when we left. That boy has a gift with the elderly!