This last week has been a tough one. Wednesday we had an MRI for Gerry. That went well. However, Zoe's chronic abdominal pain was acting up. She has these horrendous abdominal spasms. We were in the Emergency Room at 10pm. We got home after 2 in the morning and I sat with Gerry until she calmed down around 3am. Zoe blogged about it.

Gerry's Alzheimer's is getting worse. It is becoming more difficult for her to organize her thoughts and then that is compounded by her inability to articulate. It can be very difficult for her to find the right words. She will stumble over words or will say things that don't make sense. It's like talking to someone who speaks only in non sequiturs. Sometimes we can divine what she is trying to say but usually we have no clue. She is best midday and worst at night.

Zoe took Gerry up to see her doctor yesterday about a cough. All is well and he had the results of the MRI. All was well with the MRI. That is a good news bad news situation. Zoe wanted to make sure there wasn't anything wrong with her brain before looking for a home for Gerry. Now Zoe needs to make the decision she has been dreading and move Gerry to a home. All excuses are gone. It will probably happen by the end of January.

It's getting that she can't be alone. She becomes terrified at being alone and that means someone with her in her. With Zoe ill it means that she has to be with me all the time. It's getting hard to do. We will be trying to get a caregiver to come here in the evenings.

On a happy note my oldest, Jenny, and her husband, William who was in Iraq, arrived back on the Island this evening from Colorado where they are stationed at Fort Carson. I miss them and their little ones, Robyn and Evan. With both Gerry and my mom failing and having kids and grandkids back, this will be a bittersweet Christmas.