A Bitter Pill

Well, as I watch my MIL struggle to get this one pill down every morning and every evening I see the dread in her eyes.  She always puts it off to the last.  I think she is hoping that we will forget she needs to take it.  Or, maybe she believes like her dirty laundry it will just disappear.  

I can't help but think this pill is how she has dealt with her memory issues.  Putting them off and fighting what is meant to help her.

So watching her deal with this dementia and watching my Grandmother deal with her Alzheimer's, I see a vast difference. My Grandmother went willingly with love and kindness. I hope if the tables were turned, I would go willingly!

So I told Liz the other night on the way to her awards thing "If you kids think I need to go to the Dr, I will go"...
She glances at me while driving and says, "Make a mamogram appointment."  Gulp, there it is the bitter little pill!  Time to put my money where my mouth is, or the squish where my boobs are!LOL

So I will have a cookie on the way to my appointment..."cause a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down!"