The last two times we've weighed Amy she's actually gone up in weight. I think it is helping that we keep feeding her even after she loses interest. She's not been vomiting for several days too. Plus, I've been making lots of icecream and sourdough bread with butter and honey, which she can't resist!
Pretty much anything feasible that Amy requests she gets. This would be approximately half the requests. When she requested a haircut yesterday, we thought, "We can do that!" So Sarah and Mia started their careers as cosmonauts, [ahem] cosmetologists yesterday.
Amy's lost a lot of weight over the last three weeks because she's had no appetite, or worse, nausea and vomiting. She's been feeling better recently, so we've been trying hard to get her to eat more. She's really got a sweet tooth and yesterday ate a lot of Swedish Cheesecake (Östkaka. Doesn't translate well into Spanish) and today for dessert at lunch ate two pieces of apple pie, slathered with whipped cream. I've learned that if I get a snack in the morning and sit by her to eat it and offer her some, she'll pretty much eat all of it. She will almost always eat mango, and unbelieveably (to a non-coffee-drinker), will drink a full cup of coffee with milk and sugar.
As I've mentioned, Amy says a lot of nonsense right now. She's pretty convinced that we have two more kids, Ellie and Luís (and sometimes Lisa and others). At first when she spoke like this we didn't know how to react. Can one laugh at someone whose brilliant mind is now splintered and in disarray? Interestingly enough, the people who knew Amy well have all said, "Amy would have wanted you to laugh." So we talked about it as a family and decided, "Go ahead and laugh. She would have wanted us to laugh." I think this kind of freaked out a visitor we had yesterday, as if Amy's children were being disrespectful to her (I actually wasn't there but the kids told me later) but it aligns with what we think her wishes would be. The kids wisely came up with the plan to be less cheeky when guests are present.
Last night Amy slept pretty well, and she's eaten well today, though I've noticed that she is having more difficulty swallowing. She has lost 10 kg (22 pounds) in the last 20 days, so we are trying hard to get to her eat more, especially now while she doesn't have so much headache and nausea as before. We've stopped asking if she wants peanut butter on her apples. We just add it on to boost the calories.
Again, not much to report. Amy ate better than usual today, but mostly slept on the couch. She was quite confused today. I took Sarah, Mia and Paul shopping for black clothing today. Hated doing it but it needed to be done now and not later.
No, it wasn't a normal day. It's rather hard to imagine 'normal' at the moment. But we try to carry on with our normal activities. Not that we are in denial about the gravity of Amy's situation, but we can't sit paralyzed waiting for her to die. I went to our missionary team meeting this morning. The kids went to school. I bought groceries. A haystack of laundry was washed and dried on the line. Today was the first day of track practice and Paul and Mia seemed to enjoy going. (their coach clearly isn't as sadistic as my high school coach!) Today was the 2nd edition of Sarah's weekly cooking Bible study for teenage girls. They make muffins or cookies and then have a Bible study. Or at least giggle a lot. Amy used to have a ministry like that in Abancay years ago. Amy had a pretty good day. She didn't need any pain meds, but she was disoriented all day. Having her comfortable is our goal. She ate well and has been keeping everything down for several days in a row now.
Sarah and her cookie bakers
Last night we took Amy to church. One of the kids asked, "What if she starts hallucinating and causes a commotion?" "I guess we'll have to take her out of the service." Unfortunately, about half-way through the 2nd hymn she started to say random things loudly and wanted to lie down, so I took her out to the car to sleep the rest of the service. Unless she markedly improves, we won't be able to take her to church again in the future. She looked really alert and smiley in yesterday's post's photo, but she is confused 95% of the time now, has difficulty seeing or understanding speech and has random outbursts about Hillary Clinton, wax paper, imaginary extra children (one named Lisa), pharmacies, etc.
"I want to go to an Easter sunrise service!" demanded Amy. Hmm. Easter sunrise services (where one has a service outdoors to catch the sunrise) haven't really caught on yet in Arequipa. Okay. We can have our own. There is a 'Mirador' (a lookout point on top of a mountain) about 3 miles from our house, so yesterday, on my run, I went to check it out to see if one could drive up it and park someplace close to the top. It looked good. Next, how would we decide if Amy was feeling able to go without everyone waking up early? Here's the plan: If Mom is alert enough to go, I'll get her dressed and loaded into the truck and I'll wake everyone else up at 5:15 am. If I don't wake you up, I decided not to go, so you can sleep in. But at 4:50 am, Amy was awake, so I got her ready and we went. At the top of the mountain I asked the kids, "Why do they have Easter Sunrise Services?" "To feel spiritual!" "To assuage guilt!" (I have no idea where my kids get their cynical side!) "Probably for some. But for others it is a chance to imagine the women going to the tomb on Easter morning in the dark and learning the world-changing news that awaited them." Instead of preaching about the first Easter, we read from Luke as I didn't think there was any way to improve on the original story. Then we waited until the first beams of sunlight came through a small valley in a nearby mountain. I had never seen a sunrise from a place where there was such an instantaneous change from predawn to 'flaming with light'. It reminded me of Wesley's hymn, "And can it be that I should Gain" when he writes:
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
Happy Easter from the Georges!
Considering Amy's fall last night, she's had a pretty good day. During the night she was pretty miserable, awake most of the night complaining of her head hurting. But today she's taken just a few pain meds and the swelling went down tremendously. (the benefits of being on high-dose steroids) Last night Sarah told me to wake her up when I wanted to go running and she'd sleep next to Amy until I got home. (yes, my kids are as great as they sound like, but I might be biased!). On my run, I thought a lot about what I should have done differently to keep Amy from falling. It was my fault, even if I didn't cause her to fall, since it is my responsibility to make sure it doesn't happen. I don't want to beat myself up over it, but I need to be more careful and I should have put us all on higher alert when we noticed that she was more confused yesterday.
I wrote a blog entry about how well Amy was today, but as I was in the middle of writing it she managed to fall down and hit her head. For a little over a week she has either been too weak to get up or at least asked for help if she wanted to get up. I even stopped tying her to myself in bed at night. But tonight she somehow managed to get herself up, go to the bathroom in the dark and then she fell down, hitting her head and giving herself the biggest goose-egg I've ever seen, plus bruising her elbow and ankle somehow. It's really frustrating and part of me wants to get mad at her, but my rational side knows that she just can't remember that she can't walk on her own any more. This could be a long night, especially when the pain meds wear off.