November 02 Archive

A few weeks ago, my mom had an appointment with the Alzheimer's specialist at University of Penn.  He updated mom’s diagnosis as being “severely impaired”. Certainly, my dad and I have noticed this for a while.  But, there is something about the title, “severely impaired” that carries a certain stereotype.  Think in your minds… we can all picture it.  Severely impaired has a completely negative connotation, offering little hope on the positive side.

And yet there is this indescribable joy that fills my heart when I am with my mom, my dear “Turtle”!  She is the sweetest thing.  God has truly blessed us these last few weeks with precious times.  On any given day, people may ask, “Jocelyn, how is your mom?”  And in their eyes I see sympathy, aching hearts, curious minds… and depending on the day, my response may differ.  But, regardless of my daily responses, deep down I am so thankful for all that we are going through in these moments.

There are days when I wish that my mom could stand in the kitchen by my side and offer encouragement when I have messed up a recipe, or give me guidance on how things should be done.  There are those lonely nights when I wish she could talk with me till I fell asleep about all that is on my mind.  But, it is in these moments that I have found my complete comfort and rest in the Lord.  He knows exactly what He is doing!  I have never before felt such peace and security in my relationship with our eternal God.   

I must tell you that my mother is one of the most positive, dear people I know.  Last night, I returned home from having Bible Study with S and my mom was in bed.  I ran up to her room and said, “Turtle, I am home…”  She looked at me and said, “Oh, Turtle, you are so beautiful!  Did you have fun with S?  You like him, don’t you?  I do too.”  And she smiled.  Every day she showers me with hugs and fills our house with laughter.  Tonight she had us roaring with laughter around the dinner table.  She is so sweet and innocent.

The other night, my mom saw my best friend in a big, warm coat.  She looked at her all bundled up and said, “Sponge… you look like a sponge!”  Perhaps not the most encouraging thing to say, but we were all laughing so hard!  My mom says the things that most people never dare to say, and there is something so blissfully refreshing about that. 

I will not lie in saying all is wonderful.  There are nights when being home is the last place on earth I’d rather be.  Nights when my mom fights us on taking a shower and she cries and stomps her feet.  Nights when we wonder how we will ever get her body clean before a good night’s rest.  But, I am blessed to have faithful and devoted fathers, both in Heaven and on earth.

So, I simply leave you with these thoughts tonight.  The thoughts of my dear mom. She blesses me now more than ever.  God knows what He is doing. 

September 02 Archive

Two weeks ago, my parents went away for a vacation in Maine.  It was the first time in my life that I did not go with them.  At first, I was rather disappointed... to realize that something so routine and constant was ending.  But, the Lord used it as a real blessing in my life.

There is something wonderful about a quiet house.  It is beautiful and refreshing.  I used to find a quiet house unsettling.  I dreaded being alone.  But, in times such as these, silence can be a true haven.  So, when it came, I embraced it… I grabbed hold of it tightly and sighed.

I breathed deep for a week and a half.  The air seemed sweater, clearer, and more refreshing.  I do not mean to sound as if I did not miss my parents, but I think we all needed that time apart.  I could tell that was true when dad came home refreshed.

Upon arriving home, dad told me that mom had five seizures in Maine.  She had not had them for months up to that point.  It surprised me that so many occurred while they were away.  But, dad seemed to handle it all well. 

The day mom and dad came home, I greeted them at the door.  Mom said, “Oh, you are home.  Where have you been all this time?”  I am not sure she remembered where she had been.  There are moments when it appears mom is lost in a game of hide and seek with her own mind.  I wish I could shout above her thoughts and bring her back to me.  But, the game has become her world. 

The house is now busy again.  Sounds fill each room.  Sometimes I just feel like crying when I see mom struggling.  Like when she does not know how to take her socks off, or when her words can not come out; but I know she is thinking deep down within.  I know she is still there and I must cherish her always.

My favorite moments now are when I make mom laugh, or when she tells me I am her beautiful turtle.  I also love when she asks about S and tells me how much she likes him.  And, my sweetest moment of all is crawling into her bed just before I go to my room at night. I smell her sweet scent and give her a hug and kiss.  We laugh together and wish each other sweet dreams… just like she used to say to me when I was little.

This morning in church, mom saw a casual friend and said, “And who are you?”  It was the first time this has happened.  I am only beginning to touch the surface of what this will mean to our family in the distant future.

The truth of the matter is that regardless of what happens each day, there is a great peace beneath all the pain.  This weekend I was reminded that the goal of our experience is not so much to reach a destination with all the answers, but rather to learn and grow in the midst of our experience.  I leave you with the following lyrics from Sara Groves:

         “I feel You here and You are picking up the pieces, forever faithful.

          It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation.  You are able.

         And in Your hands, the pain and hurt look less like scars and more like   character.”

February 02 Archive

You will be my outlet today.  Frustrations are arising within me and have been for days.  This week has been a hard one for dad and I.  Perhaps it has been hard for mom as well; though, we often cannot see into her world as vividly and understandably as we would desire. 

I seriously cannot tell whether this week has merely been a more challenging week, or if mom is really beginning to decline further.  I suppose I have grown accustomed to how it has been lately.  I have been content where she is.  I have made a home in her illness, so to speak.  For months, I have not questioned it or wondered.  All has been well.

But, this week, she could not recognize certain words.  She could not accomplish simple tasks.  She could not follow instructions.  And, she was very easily flustered and confused.  She seems to have lost her place.  She seems to be in a world that she can almost no longer comprehend.  And, this quite honestly breaks my heart.

A friend of mine’s best friend's father is dying right now of cancer.  I have heard the details of his final moments.  Sometimes such moments seem too unbearable for me.  And, yet I know that moment will come for my mom.  It frightens me.  As much as I am learning to face grief, I don’t want to have to face that.  I do not want to hold my mom’s hand a final time.  I do not want to watch the life escape her body.  What will I do? 

There are moments when I can imagine the joy and glory of knowing that mom is finally in Heaven with the Lord.  But, for some reason today all I can do is weep.  I weep for what I see now and for what is yet to come.  I weep because I know that she is changing each day, and it will not stop.  I weep because disease hurts so bad.  I weep because my dad will be alone one day.  I weep because my nephew has to watch my mom decline, and he does not understand what is happening.  And, I weep because in time, I may be an unrecognizable face to the woman who brought me into this world. 

The frustration builds and we remain asking the Lord to give us greater love and patience than we have had yet up to this point. 

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort; who comforts us in all our affliction so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God; you also are joining in helping us through your prayers, that thanks may be given by many persons on our behalf for the favor bestowed upon us through the prayers of many.”  1 Cor. 1: 3-4, 11.

In constant need of prayer and grace...

January 02 Archive

It is the night of resolutions, New Years Eve, and I find the need to write you all again.  We are spending the New Year at my mom’s parent’s house in Indiana.  It has been so delightful to observe how much mom enjoys visiting here.

I was beginning to feel like I needed a vacation from my mother, but

the Lord has truly blessed me on a vacation with her.  It has been simply splendid.  We have giggled, laughed boisterously, snuggled, smiled, and conversed.  My mother’s voice is so sweet and gentle, and her pink, cute face and loving demeanor makes me smile.  She has been telling me that I am silly, but she is really the silly one.  She makes me laugh constantly.  Her sense of humor is absolutely hilarious! 

Mom has been thanking me very five minutes for loving her.  Tonight, as we sat on the couch together, she leaned her head on my shoulder and said, “I miss you, Turtle.”  I said, “I am right here.”  She said, “I know; I just miss you because I love you so much.”  And, then she giggled. There is something about her innocence that must bring our Almighty God immense joy.

A couple days ago, I visited with a friend who lives across the street from my grandparents.  My friend’s mother also has Alzheimer’s and cares for her 96-year old mother full-time. Amidst the enjoyable time we had together in fellowship, there were moments when I had to fight tears as I watched her mother.  She has declined quite a bit over this past year.  Every few minutes she would turn to me saying, “My husband will be home soon.  I better go make him dinner.”  My friend and I did not have to look at each other in shock.  We both knew that her husband had been in Heaven for about 15 years.  But, her mother went on to tell me that she had to finish his ironing and had to get back to her home shortly. 

Alzheimer’s creates mazes in the mind that are both frustrating and confusing.  To think of the deterioration and digression… to know that they once were something else, and they are becoming something very different.  Sometimes words cannot fully express it all.  But, friends, I promise you one thing: God is teaching me to “rejoice in all circumstances”.  (The entirety of that mystery is still yet to come.)  I never knew that things could be so amazing.  But, God is truly a comfort and our entire source of hope and joy. 

As the Lord’s grace has met our daily needs, so He will continue to do.  Please continue to pray for us.  May God be glorified in all things because we exist to glorify Him… in all circumstances.

October 2001 - Archive 2

We just arrived home from our vacation in Maine. Since I was little girl, we have camped in Maine every August for two weeks. While there this summer, I was reminded of a conversation that occurred just two years ago. It was a late night and mom and I were at the bath house brushing our teeth. The early signs of Alzheimer’s disease were beginning to become evident to us as a family. I looked at mom with tears in my eyes and a heart full of frustration and said, "Mom, I am afraid that in a few years you will forget me." Mom responded with a smile and a simple answer, "Jocie, I could never forget you. Do not worry about that." She kept on with her nightly routine, but I remember thinking that she was a bit distant from me.

Our bathhouse discussions this year were quite different. When it was time for showers, mom spent the first ten minutes crying because she was afraid that dad and I had stolen her jewelry and would never return it. She would then wait for me to shower. When I came out the door, she said to me, "I thought I lost you… I did not know where you went." Shower time was filled with confusion for mom, but each night when it was over, she would boast of her soft, sweet-smelling hair. She would always make dad touch it when we returned back to the campsite. The Lord gave me the grace and patience to calm her in those confusing moments. 

In previous years, one of mom’s favorite things to do in Maine was to go shopping with her friend Marianne. They would go out for hours searching for treasures to fill our home, or to give as gifts to others at Christmas time. This year, I accompanied mom and Marianne on their shopping trip. Mom told us that the only thing she wanted was a stuffed animal loon. Once she had that goal in mind, she reminded us of it every 2-3 minutes. We found a loon at the very last store, and mom was so thrilled! She held it in her arms like it was her baby, and she kept asking me, "Is this my loon to keep?" I smiled at her and said, "Yes, we finally found the loon… it is very cute…" In those moments, I smiled at mom, but certainly there was an ache beneath it all. A part of me wanted to buy her something that she would have wanted years ago. Money was not an issue in my mind. I felt like running up to the counter and saying, "Show me your best crafts, and I will tell you what my mom would like…" But that part of her no longer remains. The gift would not hold the same meaning. Mom’s joy came in a loon, a sweater, and time with her loved ones.

A neat memory I will have of mom this year was her desire for me to read to her. We read stories, and if I stopped, I would hear her soft voice say, "Jocie, I can’t hear you." I would respond by saying, "That’s because I am reading it over again in my head." She would respond, "Well, I can’t hear you like that." I would smile at her cute, innocent face and read on further.

In the midst of challenges, I saw love displayed by my dad this vacation. He taught me the great meaning of commitment. This standard and perspective I will carry with me everywhere I go. I was reminded that dad is an individual with interests and desires. He loves adventure, God’s creation, hiking, and laughing. He has an incredible mind to offer God and others. Some might say, "Why are you wasting your time? Why don’t you move on?" But, my dad’s commitment to my mom is stronger. He loves her as he always has and possibly a bit deeper, for sure. I am blessed by his example. He has taught me the perfect balance of having joy in the midst of sorrow. We have learned that joy and sorrow are expected daily, and we make the most of both of them. 

Post Script: Perhaps the sweetest memory from camping this year was in the light of morning. I would be sleeping in my tent, all bundled up with blankets, blocking out the world around me. Then, I heard her voice, softly at first, then louder. "Turtle", she’d say, "Turtle, are you going to come out?" I would moan. "Turtle, are you going to stay in there all day? I miss your face" she’d say. I do not know whether or not mom understood the concept of a turtle coming out of its shell, or if she was implying that I was slow. All I heard was her innocent and gentle love for me. That is my treasure.