This morning, we all headed over to my aunt and uncle's to meet up. I had my uncle (the retired eye surgeon who is now a general contractor) look at Tom's eye. I had my suspicions that it was conjunctivitis, and the doc agreed. Basically, we give him some Visine and wait it out.
My aunt followed us to the beach where I left Tom and the girls with the car. My aunt and I headed to Tampa General where I met up with the hospice coordinator, Betsy. Betsy and I talked an hour and a half, which was therapeutic for me. Very little of what she was told me was new, but it was good to hear that I've done what I can, and that my mom has the right to make wrong choices. I can't stop her from doing so, even to this day.
After meeting with Betsy, I drove my aunt's car to pick my mom up for lunch. (My aunt had her husband pick her up so I could use her car.) Life in a Lexus is smooth, but I'm not ready for that kind of car payment. ;)
Mom and I lunched at the Colonnade
. She was a bit turned around here and there and made a lot of disassociated comments to me and the wait staff. I just smiled politely and gave apologies when my mom wasn't looking. She shared stories about my youth and her youth with her sister that were simply not true. I just listened, laughed, and asked questions here and there. It did break my heart that she didn't really remember Katie existed and would only ask questions about Amelia.
After lunch, I dropped her off at her house with plans to meet up for dinner with Tom, the girls, and her husband. I then drove around trying to find a grocery store to pick up a few things. It's disconcerting to find out a Publix has been magically transformed into a Pier One. That's just some sort of illegal real estate maneuver.
At 6, we met up with my mom and her husband at a local pizza joint, where my high school swim team used to celebrate after meets. It had the advantages of being family friendly and comforting to my mom since it was part of the past she knew. We had a decent, if strained dinner. She just pushed her food around on her plate and was more confused than at lunch.
Tom insisted on hunting down a Slurpee for me post-dinner. It was mighty tasty. Right now, he's reading, Katie's crawling all over us, and Amelia's slowly drifting off to sleep.
Tomorrow's plans include Perkins for breakfast (oh, Perkins...how I have missed you), then lunch or dinner with my aunt, uncle, mom, Bruce, and some of my mom's friends. Tomorrow may be the wringer.
How am I holding up? Well, considering that two different medical professionals told me today that my mom has about 4-6 weeks, I feel like I'm doing quite well. I haven't had a good cry today, but I just haven't had the time. Maybe tomorrow.