I took Mom to the dermatologist this morning. She's had a growth in her left ear for some time, kind of a wart-like thing, that's bothered her. The Dr said likely not serious, but recommended he "scrape it off" and send it in for analysis. Then she won't keep picking at it. The process went pretty well.When we arrived at the clinic, the closest entrance was blocked off for construction, and from where we parked we had a good distance to go. After getting in the building, I suggested to Mom that she sit in a wheelchair. She was pretty resistant to the idea, but once she was sitting and we were moving, she was surprisingly pleased — "This is nice! I like it!" She stayed in the chair for the whole visit — down the long halls, into the doctor's office, then back to the car. It sure made it convenient for me.
This is a mixed blessing — good in that she's willing to accept a new accommodation to her declining abilities, but sad in that it shows how those abilities are declining. She's had a tough week and has not had much energy; and in general, is gradually getting more dizzy and more unsteady on her feet. I worry when I see these trends. I hope she perks up as the weather gets a little warmer and sunnier!
Tomorrow, I'll take her to the dentist; that should be even more fun.
Tomorrow, I'll take her to the dentist; that should be even more fun.
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Such a sad face in the picture. There was a day when I thought if Mom were in a wheelchair, she'd be moving along at supersonic speeds and popping wheelies. That was the old Mom, though. Sigh.
I had a wheelchair ride out of UCLA to the car and it was fabulous...moving so fast, not having to make any effort for what seemed to be miles of disance. I can understand Mom's feelings. Still, I am sad, too. This inevitable decline is sad to see.
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