Tonight's picture was taken in May of 2007. Mattie was five years old and it was Mother's Day. We went to one of his favorite restaurants. Peter snapped a photo of us and as you can see Mattie was crossing his arms. It was meant to signify how much he loved me. A moment in time I will never forget.
Quote of the day: One's best success comes after their greatest disappointments. ~ Henry Ward Beecher
Last evening, lightning struck down in our area and it somehow affected our electricity. At around 5:30pm, we lost power. Ironically all of our neighbors had power. Thankfully we have a generator, but of course, it can't power the entire house. We went through the night on the generator. This morning the power company came to help us, and it turns out we were getting power from the street to the house. So the problem was in the house itself. Given the luck or lack there of we have had with this house, Peter and I were prepared for a nightmare of a problem. Our electrician came over and thankfully it was a loose wire that had to be adjusted and secured. Amazing how one wire can impact an entire system. By noon, we were off the generator and back on the grid.
This afternoon, I took my parents to see my eye doctor. Their internist asked that I take them for an eye exam, specifically because my dad has a cataract in both eyes. My parents handled the eye drops and dilation much better than me. My dad particularly liked the doctor because he is Italian. They had a good rapport, and we learned that the doctor's family and my dad's family are both from Calabria. Small world. I found this doctor about a year ago. This is after I gave my long term ophthalmologist his walking papers! This doctor is humorous, down to earth, not an alarmist, and doesn't quickly move to surgery. Especially with someone with my eye issue.... narrow angle glaucoma.
After the eye appointment, I took my parents out for an early dinner. I am quite sure the average person wouldn't entertain taking my dad out to eat. First of all, he eats VERY VERY fast. This is definitely his dementia. No matter what you tell him, he can't seem to slow down, and instead eating with him feels like a race. The professionals at my dad's memory care center have even acknowledged this issue, as they feel he eats way too fast and is a candidate for choking. I am not sure whether they have ever seen the food get stuck in his throat, like we have, but it isn't pretty. In addition to this issue, we have the bathroom problem. My joke is my dad is like a goose. It goes in and it quickly comes back out. Managing his bathroom needs could be a full time job. A job that would make most people sick to their stomach. All I know is I feel like I am on autopilot, constantly moving from one task or chore to the next.
Meanwhile, Sunny had his second chemotherapy dosage today. He seems to have handled it better than Friday's dosage! We are premedicating him with all sorts of pills for stomach upset and nausea and I just hope this chemo has an affect on Sunny's tumors.
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