My mother is not doing as well as I'd like. She's at home and off all medicines, but still gets tired very soon, and does not walk around too much. While physically she's fine, I feel she needs to push herself more if she needs to recover, but she doesn't seem to have the motivation to do so. We have a physiotherapist who comes in daily, who helps her to walk around the house - but now we need a motivational therapist !
She loves doing cross-stitch, and is an expert cross-stitcher. She has done an excellent portrait of my dad, which most most people think is a photograph. They find it hard to believe it is actually hand-stitched ! She's wanted to do one of me, which I've been putting off. I finally got my photos taken; and she has short-listed one which she likes. I have requested Marcus from Golden-Kite to rush us a cross-stitch pattern for this photograph, so that once she gets it, she'll have something to look forward to doing every day ! It's a long-term project, and since she does elaborate and advanced designs, can take upto 6 months to complete. She wants this to be her parting gift to me - and I hope that doing this will keep her happy and cheerful !
Dr. Malpani, it's good that your mother will have a cross stitch of her oldest so to work on ... especially if she enjoys seeing it take shape as the days pass.
ReplyDeleteI have to wonder, having lost both of my own parents, when we discover that we're going to lose them, how much of the "push" to be as well as they are able to be, day after day, is for us - and how much is for themselves.
Is it harder for us to accept that we are going to lose someone we love with our heart and soul ... than it is for them to accept that they are going to die?
Does the fact that it's harder for us - make it harder for them? Do they perhaps push themselves beyond the comfort zone that makes each day bearable for them ... for our sakes? Not to see us suffer - as we see them decline?
It's never easy to lose a parent.
You are on my mind. Be well.
True. All I can do is quote from Dylan Thomas's “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night”.
ReplyDelete" And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
I think this says it all !