You’ll recall Margaret and I went to the Yucatan last February and we loved it so much we’re returning in a few days. I’m already frightened of how angry the cats and dog will be, but they’re absolutely safe in their own home with Nicky living right in it with them. However Nicky isn’t their mom hence their ire over my absence.
And speaking of ire, last week I had to accompany mom to a couple of appointments. The first was to her lawyer as she wanted to update her will and discuss some parts of it. So picture this, the lawyer knows I’m the sole executor, and there I am sitting with mom, and she turns to me and says “now why am I here again?”
I said “oh um, to update your will”, and then she mercifully snapped out of it and said “oh yes” and began to address the areas she wanted to discuss. But I was sitting there imagining what the lawyer was thinking, given mom’s 94 and I’m the executor taking her in to see him with mom starting out like a dementia victim.
The next morning we went to see the doctor. We’re sitting there, he comes in, and mom turns to me and says “why are we here again?” This time, I’m the sole person with power of attorney, taking her to the GP and so I replied nervously, “oh um, you’re here to discuss end of life planning.”
As with the lawyer, I was imagining the poor doctor’s thoughts, looking at this senior citizen who doesn’t appear to know why she’s there, and who’s been brought in by the daughter who has power of attorney.
At that point mom once again snapped out of the fake dementia, and started to discuss in rational detail why she didn’t want any heroic interventions in case of traumatic illness.
It’s particularly funny for anyone who knows mom, given her mind’s razor sharp. She can recall things I can’t, and is able to correct people on facts regarding the Trump fiasco, one of her favourite topics. So to begin those particular appointments like that was quite the amusing shock to the old senses. I have to say it keeps me on my toes.
And I was hoping to visit mom on Tuesday, prior to our trip, but at this moment highway 97 is closed at Summerland due to a rock slide. As you may know, I like to cook and bake for mom and have all manner of delectable foods frozen and ready to transport to her. It’s really annoying as if that highway’s closed, there’s no other route south.
Though apparently one can detour west through Princeton, thereby making the trip something like four hours in duration which I refuse to do. But can you imagine living south of Summerland and having to catch a flight or get medical treatment in Kelowna?
I’m grateful I live on the airport side of the slide, that’s for sure, as now that I know what awaits, I’m completely ga ga with excitement over the impending flight to Cancun.