I've just spent the last 20 minutes canceling my flight, hotel and van pick up for the convention. When I first planned to attend, little did I know how quickly my mother's health would deteriorate. I could see it accelerating over the last two months. I thought having a paid companion and my saintly husband takeover in my absence would be OK. I was wrong.
Today she had what is known in Alzheimer's parlance as "a catastrophic reaction" -- panicked, and beyond consolation. She didn't have the words to tell me "Don't go," but in the end, she didn't need to say a word. After a quick trip to the ER, she calmed down. But there is no doubt I must stay home.
As much as I will missing seeing my paper doll friends, I am also relieved. Something just didn't feel right, and my mother figured out a way to communicate exactly what she needed, and exactly what I had to do. I'm glad I got the message in time