Change isn't always for the better...

but it is a part of life. Wow, it has been a crazy week...to the day. Mom had her surgery last Monday and it sure has sent our lives on another path yet again. I look at her and I can't imagine her frustration... but mostly I miss my independent Mom, and it breaks my heart, because I know she misses her too. Whenever people asked me how many kids I had I used to joke and tell them 5, a 3 (now 4) year old son, a 21 year old brother in law, a 53 year old Brother, a fifty something mother in law and a 77 year old mom... because in my life i felt like I was trying to take care of them as best I could too... When Mom fell and had her stroke in August it sent things in motion, from her trying to get better to Noah having his seizure then Ernie passing away, then Momo's infection and hospitalization and the scare of her losing her foot, then mom's surgery and now her rehab... I thought I knew what being a caregiver was, but what Mom is going through now has put all of us somewhere we had never dreamed she would be. She is getting better, but I see now that she will never be the same Mom again. I am trying so hard to keep my chin up but I feel like we are fighting a battle that can't be won, Mom is aging and we have to accept that with that comes a different kind of living for her. I wonder if someday she won't know who I am, I wish I could make her feel secure but in her mind, she goes places I can't be, all I can do is be there when she comes back....