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Day 227: On Aging Parents-Please Pray for Mine!

My father is in the hospital. Last night my mother came home and found him. He was passed out on the floor in front of his recliner. My dear, tougher than nails mother singlehandedly got him on his feet, out the door and to the emergency room.

I am so  relieved. This could have had a very different outcome. We talked about her asking for help next time. They live about half an hour away, in Vancouver, WA. They are in their mid seventies. This was a good wakeup call for keeping them safe and healthy as they age. My next phone call was to my brother. He and his wife are pharmacists at the VA Hospital. He had talked to her too. He has good advice since he works with vets who are discharged from the hospital. He and I are going to go to their house and do a safety check. Of course, they say they are fine and don't need help. 

To this we say, "Ha!"  

Being proactive does not hurt and may save their lives. We want our kids to have grandparents around for as long as possible. We are also going to have a family meeting at out Christmas gathering. First item of business: A phone tree- more valuable than a Christmas tree! 

I was a caregiver for a few years. It was difficult emotionally, but rewarding spiritually. And it gave me a corresponding of what to expect with my own aging parents. So between the two of us, my brother and I are well armed. And we will educate our kids, who in turn will be able to care for us, when the time comes.

The circle of life is ongoing. But for now all is well. I told my mother we are here for them. Nut the best thing she can do is rest and care for herself. My father is safe and in good hands. And hey, maybe the nurses and see doctors can get my stubborn dad to take his blood pressure meds! Pardon me, but I need to vent:

Thank you. I feel better. Now, off to the gym.

Happy Tuesday! ARRRRGGGH!

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