Friday, May 13, 2005

Images Of Sailboats Crashing

Alzheimer Life

I look at the blue eyes of my mother, lying on the floor of the bathroom wearing a shirt panolone incontinence and skin. He does not speak, no longer speaks for 5 years. Breathing heavily and his eyes fix on a point in absolute vacuum as is his memory. I raise the legs to bring them to the blood to the brain and gently caressing her appearance he recovers from this latest ischemia due to Alzheimer's disease. In two days is the second time it happens. I am helpless in front of my and his pain. It 's always there, lying on the cold floor with his head resting on two pillows and covered with a plaid black and white, soft as her skin.
I hold this position for at least 20/30 minutes for the brain for the imposition of blood and oxygen as a field of dry land from drought.
minutes pass but she never recovers. I can not hold this position for a longer time step and then the blanket under the body and slowly as a kind of drag the sled out of the bathroom cautiously. The door next to his chair where he spends most of his day to ill
disease. Helped by my wife can lift it just enough for it to lay on a couch. The body with the blanket and another blanket even if out of this room is almost summer. The system with a pillow behind his head and I set the chair in the typical form of deck chairs.
She falls asleep and sleep all day as is usually each occurrence of this type.

A few moments after it settled in his chair falls into a deep sleep. This is because the sleep conciliator will overcome this bad time.
I sit on the couch beside her and watch her sleep.
Sweet Mama, you been a good woman and a good mother. You never hurt anyone and I've never seen with another man who was not my father.
You lived a simple life, honest and dignified while helping those in need. You spent all your free time to your religion, making converts and raising funds for your church. What is wrong in your life? What's wrong in your life sweet mom to deserve this?

With endless love, your sons Alexander and Diana, your grandchildren, Claudia, Matthew, Alex and Dorothy Yolanda, your daughter Elena.