My Worst Fear: Unwanted News
Papa had his check up appointment with his primary doctor today. I did my best to keep a positive thoughts as we drove the hour to the appointment. But my fears were circling my mind.
Finally made it to the office, when it down pours (here in Central Florida it’s been storming for weeks). I’m able to get Papa inside without getting him soaked and without him falling. I really have no patience so waiting for 15 minutes in the waiting room and 25 minutes in the patient room so at this point I’m making myself stay calm.
Meanwhile Papa is sitting next to me and I’m playing a game on my phone. He hates waiting too so he puts the brakes on his walker then a minute later unlocks them and continues to do so for about 10 minutes; this wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t make a popping noise every time he unlocks the breaks and if the room wasn’t dead silence. I look over at him and he meets my glance and smiles. Have I told ya’ll I love my Papa to pieces? Well I do so I go check on my sleeping toddler and my stepdaughter who’s waiting in the car. She’s 13 and it normally doesn’t take so long at this doctor’s office so I left them there in the car. I know I hate and worried the entire time. But I’m split in half between a mother and a caregiver and with that I have to meet in the middle.
Finally the doctor comes in. It’s relatively short, as always. I tell him the weird things he’s been saying, the forgetfulness and getting more confused, along with him falling a lot more. He automatically replies with Parkinson’s disease. I ask if it’s common for Parkinson’s suffers to get dementia. He nods and says it’s quite common.
My biggest concern and fear has now shown its ugly face. He asks some questions like if he’s become combative, angry, etc; of course he hasn’t and I hope he doesn’t. I discuss his loss of appetite and how it’s going to affect the Diabetes and he says he’s going to have a home health agency come out to evaluate him, his eating habits, diabetes, etc and to also do physical therapy. I take this as a good sign because Papa loves people and maybe this will motivate him to be more active. I figure it’ll give me a chance to learn some new things and get a little more help with handling Papa’s illnesses.
Even though the primary doctor has said it. I’m going to consult Papa’s psychologist about perhaps doing an evaluation of some sort to confirm that this is happening and figure out a plan of some sort. By the way, I despise change of any kind especially when it comes to my loved ones health. I fear the worst even in the mild of cases. I’d feel much better consulting this doctor because he is quite helpful with giving me solutions when dealing with Papa, giving me useful information and answering my many questions; I just wish we’d see him more than once every three months.
I will keep you all posted! Thank you for all of your support!
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