Tim”s to-go coffee

We went out to Tim’s for a to-go coffee.  We got in the car, and I turned right to go to Tim’s.  He pointed left without saying anything.  So I turned the car around and went the other way, toward Rosedale.  I asked him where we were going.  “The coffee shop, next to the garage.”  We drove by the garage.  There’s only a garage.  “Oh, I guess they’re gone.”  Maybe there was one there years ago?  Hard to say.  I think he’s thinking about the gas station that used to be there.  He’d drop by for a coffee and loiter for half an hour.  That place is closed.  We turned around.  He pointed left, toward the pub.  I told him I’m not going to a pub.  Finally he agreed, and we went to Tim’s.

exhausted

Father woke up today at 6:45AM “exhausted”.  As he was getting dressed, he said, “I think it’s gotta shit – and I think it’s shitting now.”  Yes, he was filling his nappy.  I helped him to the washroom.  After his BM, he was quite dirty.  I put him on his seat in the shower and tried my best to shower him, but he couldn’t lean forward or to the side or stand up, even a little, so I’ll let the HC workers do that. Continue reading “exhausted”

walker

Father walked today.  He used his walker for the first time.  I had to show him how to use it.  He held it out in front of him too far.  The idea is to have it under you at all times so you can put all or some of your weight on the handles.  He got it, and he walked to the living room, sat down on his chair, got up, walked to the kitchen, and sat on a kitchen chair, with my help of course. Continue reading “walker”

brain tumour

Now at Chilliwack hospital with Aizlynn.  She and I have been going back and forth from the hospital to various places.  I picked her up from the King George SkyTrain station yesterday morning.  It seems like a few days as so many things have happened since then.

I drove in to Rosedale Saturday evening and met Laura at Father’s house.  Visiting hours were over at 8PM, so we went right away and saw him.  I did not recognize him.  He was thin, with thin white hair, thin hollow face, and withered body.  It took a while to wake him up.  His left eye was droopy and didn’t open well.  It seemed he had a stroke.  I’d learn later that he in fact didn’t have a stroke.  It was in fact a tumour with swelling that was pushing against his brain.