My Expectations

What did I expect after our visit to the specialist? After avoiding the issue for so long, up to the point that things were really getting serious, I had hopes that the doctor’s diagnosis, along with her explicit instructions, would help bring order back into our lives where Mom was concerned. We had been especially worried about her driving, her safety, and the safety of others.

Now we had medication and several directives. Mom was no longer to drive a vehicle. She was not to be left alone (24/7). We were to get her an ID bracelet with a “Safe Return” number on it. Also, the doctor wanted her to attend brain therapy sessions (adult daycare) three times a week. This was not only for her benefit, but Pop’s as well, to give him some free time to himself.

Mom has always had great respect for medical doctors, but she has never been the kind of person to go to one for every tiny sniffle. She has had the attitude of “mind over matter,” if you don’t mind, it don’t matter; and usually she just wears out whatever ailment she has. She has been in the hospital five times to give birth to her children, and she underwent one surgery. That’s just about the extent of her medical history until recently.

Pop, on the other hand, believes in using every available bit of modern medical knowledge to take care of himself. He does not believe in waiting around and taking a chance that some condition will worsen. He goes faithfully for check-ups, and he takes excellent care of himself.

Knowing how they both feel about the medical community, I can only say I am surprised at the way Dr. Tee’s directives have not been followed. But I think I’ll stop for now. God bless everyone who’s reading!