This week for lack of a better description was doctors’ week. We saw both our personal care physician and Cheryl’s neurologist a movement disorders specialist. He made some minor adjustments in her meds schedule and added one new one to help with anxiety and perhaps some depression he detected by interviewing Cheryl.

Prior to these visits over the past couple days Cheryl slept poorly. This morning she is sleeping in. She was relieved last night when I helped to bed with the fact that we had nowhere to go today. We had no doctor visits. She did not have to be on her toes to answer questions about how she feels that could make her feel sad. I think she is very aware that she can cry easily and is unable to control that response. Her neurologist is very gentle and recognizes her disease’s progression in her body.

It was very hard to maintain her showtime persona yesterday and the day before. I am gladdened by the fact that it is over for a few months.

I helped her up out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast but I was premature. She kept her eyes closed in the kitchen. She seemed uninterested in breakfast after all. I asked her if she wanted to sit in the lounge chair and doze for a bit. She did.

I talked to the physical therapy folk to schedule the PT recommended by her neurologist. Eventually she awakened as I put a pillow under her left side because she was drooping that way in the lounger.

I rolled her back to breakfast. She ate and looked at the paper. She did not work the puzzles.

I talked to my Portland sister. She often makes me rethink things. The doctor has diagnosed Cheryl with some mild anxiety and perhaps depression. The brain floats in a sea of proteins and chemicals. Parkinson messes with that. I do not always recognize my own needs as a care partner.

The next phase begins.

Carpe Diem.