More changes for the 'rents

Dad has been having problems with the circulation in his legs for years. I remember him having his first vein surgery on one leg when I was in college, which must have been 25 years ago or so. Even at that point, the doctors were saying the other leg was too bad, too far gone to do the vein stripping surgery. Over the past 20 years he has had problems with  ulcerations on his legs which would appear and never heal. Slowly, one of them grew so large it was like a raw cuff around one of his legs, which wept and oozed all the time. It would not heal for a long time because Dad didn't  take care of it. He didn't wash it, clean it or bandage it the way he was supposed to for years.

When Dad finally left the farm and my sister Melissa began to dress the wound, it actually started to heal a bit. At last , Dad was able to have skin grafting surgery to close the wound. It healed well and he seemed to be doing much better when I saw him in August.

Apparently, last week one of the ulcerations on his foot became inflamed and swollen. He was put on antibiotics, but for whatever reason the foot and then the leg shut down and became cold. The doctor sent him to hospital for an arteriogram and it was determined that there was no hope of saving his leg because it had no circulation in it. 

So tomorrow, September 27, Dad will have one of his legs amputated above the knee. If all goes well, he will be in the hospital for a few more days, then go to Sunnyview Rehab hospital for a few weeks. He'll have to learn how to get up and walk on one leg, using the walker and all the things that go with that.

There is no reprieve at this point with either of my parents. My mom continues on her downward decline with Alzheimer's Disease and this is hard to listen to and hear about. Although I don't get to see her often, I know that "Mom" the one that I knew is gone and now its as if a different person inhabits her body.  You can either contradict her every few words because she's making no sense or you can enter her world and go along with whatever she says. She told my sister Deb that a "rich Englishman" was living at my sister's house. Apparently she doesn't remember her husband (Dad) at all or maybe little snippets. Either way, we are not telling her about Dad's surgery because it woulds only confuse her.

Staying positive about the situation is becoming more and more difficult.  I know that I am not the only person to have elderly parents with many medical problems, but that knowledge doesn't make it any easier. The fact that I live so far away from my parents and have to hear everything after the fact and second or third hand also does not improve things for me. Worry, concern, guilt..these are all the things that add up to difficulty staying positive.

Enough for today..we'll see what tomorrow brings .