Back to Square One

Last Thursday, Dad got out of the nursing home. Yesterday, he went back, by way of the hospital.

The good news, the tumor itself is no larger. There is more swelling around the tumor, but no growth. But, he's clearly back to square one in rehabilitation. His speech and motor skills are very impaired again. He's realized that he's been in medical facilities for an entire month and he's depressed. He's scared. He's miserable. Somehow tonight I found the strength to tell him that I'm scared too, and to ask him if he's still up for fighting. Fortunately, he is.

The stress is making Mom's dementia worse. This is not bringing out the best in me.

I finally got in touch with local Alzheimer's Association. I need help. They're sending a list of support groups and local resources for dealing with both parents.

This has been a rough 48 hours. I went to the public library and gorged on books!