"If You Could See Me Now!"

 

Psalms 91:1  He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

             In Memory of Ann Cumbo Ewing ~ September 16, 1924 - August 24, 2011

 

For the past 15 years my Mommy and we as a family have had to cope with the progressive disease of Alzheimer's.  It is a debilitating disease that robs the victim's ability to think, make choices, remember, carry on a conversation and finally the cognitive function becomes severely impaired.  It has been difficult to watch the changes in our Mommy and know that there was absolutely nothing we could do to help her.  Our only peace and hope was in knowing that the Lord was riding this out with us.  Many people would say, "Don't you question the Lord as to why your Mom has to just lay there day in and day out without any quality of life?" It would be only human to question the Lord, but we knew He was in control.  Our responsibility was to take care of her until God healed her here, or took her home.  Even though she had become a shell of who my Mommy was at one time, just having her here was a comfort.  That little frail body was the body that brought her three children into this world, that body is the one that we could embrace, kiss, just sit beside and hold her little hand.  We would always talk with her as if she knew everything we were saying and I believe that many times she did know we were there.  Our caregivers would often say, "Your Mom totally changes when she hears your voice, or my sister, brother and Dad."  Yes, I believe she did know more than she was able to respond to, but she was being held captive.  I believe that there are sicknesses and infirmities that take hold and take control of its victim.  As the years passed my Mommy's appearance changed.  It was as if she was not even there anymore, that infirmity had taken control over her mind and body.  Many times that spirit of depression would present itself in my Dad and we would have to take authority over it.  As a family our prayer was, "Lord, Mommy belongs to you, we pray you would heal her here, but if you chose to take her, please let it be quick and don't let her suffer."  God answered that prayer, it was sudden and without suffering.  We were blessed that both of our parents were living in a basement apartment in my brother's home and we had caregivers around the clock to take care of her.

Last Tuesday I received a frightening call that Mommy had become really sick and I needed to get there immediately.  I rushed to their home to find her in respiratory distress and she was moaning with pain.  It was an educated guess most of time since she was unable to tell us what was wrong. There had been no fever, or other symptoms that would indicate something vitally wrong until now.  We immediately rushed her to the ER where the nurses and doctors began working on her.  It was then that I heard those dreaded words, "Shelia your mom is critical!"  Critical?  I couldn't believe it; she was fine earlier in the day, what in the world was going on.  We were blessed to have doctors and nurses that were earthly angels to care for her.  I knew then that she wasn't going to make it; I knew that she would not be returning home.  My brother rushed back home to get my 89 year old Dad and bring him to the hospital.