First Things First

I'm not sure why I'm making a blog, but here I am doing it anyway. It's not like I have tons of time to sit around putting my thoughts into words for all to see... I'm not even sure I want others to see...
But here I go anyway.

I went to my Mom's this past weekend.
She lives in Beaufort, SC with her husband of 12 years. She'll be 73 in May.

She was diagnosed last summer with Alzheimer's.

I almost broke into tears when I wrote that just now. I haven't told anyone except my husband, my daughters, and one of my sisters-in-law.

My youngest daughter (17 y o) tells me I'm in denial.

I'm not in denial.
I just don't want to talk about it yet, that's all.

Anyway...
It was a very good visit.
My husband went with me, and we had more fun than we've ever had there. The four of us just kidded and joked around a lot.
My Mom has always been... "ditzy".
As a matter of fact, about 10 years ago I was joking around with her and I asked her, "Mama, when you get old, how are we gonna know if it's just you or if it's Alzheimer's?" My older sister thought I was terrible for saying that, but that's the kind of relationship my Mom and I have always had.

On the way home, I got to thinking. I told my husband that I want to offer for my Mom to come live with us if she ever needs/wants to. I couldn't get all of the words out because I was trying not to cry! It's just that it's the right thing to do. My Mother took care of me all of my "young" life, and if/when she needs me, you can bet I'll be there for her!
He said, "We'll see." He explained that we don't know what will happen; whether she'll even need to move or whatever.
Whatever.
If she needs me, you just try to stop me!!!

-W