She doesn't want me to take her picture. I respect that.
She's been suffering outwardly now for 10 years.
Dad is getting tired.
I drive here on Friday night and stay till Sunday afternoon.
Then I drive back to Seaside, OR (90 miles) to my home & job.
Today I soaked her feet, cut her toenails and fingernails.
It's hard to do because everything is so sensitive. She hates it.
I give her a popcicle and turn on Dean Martin songs to distract her.
She is happy when we are done.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
No photos
She won't let me take her picture. She puts her head down when I bring out the camera.
I think she's right and I respect her feelings.
Today I soaked her feet, trimmed her toe nails, and did the same with her fingernails.
They really need attention.
She is sleeping most of the time. Talking loudly in her sleep. I see her upright for breakfast and a short lunch. Then back she wants to go to bed. Sometimes I talk her into a popcicle. She stays only until it is gone.
I think she's right and I respect her feelings.
Today I soaked her feet, trimmed her toe nails, and did the same with her fingernails.
They really need attention.
She is sleeping most of the time. Talking loudly in her sleep. I see her upright for breakfast and a short lunch. Then back she wants to go to bed. Sometimes I talk her into a popcicle. She stays only until it is gone.
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