<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630</id><updated>2009-12-18T11:44:14.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Had A Stroke ...</title><subtitle type='html'>Dad's went into the hospital mid October 2005 with no resolution to his ailment... he's returned home almost a full year later. He's now in a nursing home.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-3142554365784685387</id><published>2009-03-04T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:52:39.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad has passed...</title><content type='html'>Although Dad passed last night, it wasn't a tragedy. It was a relief. He would have hated to see himself in the last two years of his life. I hope, a relief now for Mom who has shed at least 10 years dealing with the difficulties. He is in a better place. The last two years was not his life. I said my goodbye some time ago. I went to visit the shell of his former self. Last night, he was at rest. He looked peaceful. He looked relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-3142554365784685387?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/3142554365784685387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=3142554365784685387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/3142554365784685387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/3142554365784685387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2009/03/dad-has-passed.html' title='Dad has passed...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-5838094909200186474</id><published>2008-10-29T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:03:05.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you...</title><content type='html'>Time has come to officially end the blog. It's now very hard to see Dad on a regular basis, which makes it even harder when I do go to see him. I get depressed for days after seeing him in his condition. I only hope God will take him in a kind manner and soon. It is a selfish request, but one that I know he would have wanted. He is gone. I need to move on. Mom still holds on to hope. She doesn't say it, but she still hopes. Someday, I'll look back on the experiences of the last few years and see how I've grown and matured because of it. I hope I can one day speak about Grandpa to Daughter without crumbling in hurt. I hope for a day that he doesn't enter my mind and I don't feel shame for not being able to do something, to have saved him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-5838094909200186474?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/5838094909200186474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=5838094909200186474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/5838094909200186474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/5838094909200186474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-4827813966547036885</id><published>2008-07-13T18:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:37:56.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>State of cleanliness...</title><content type='html'>The home where Dad is living is under intense scrutiny. It is a franchise, one of the largest in this province. Because of issues at another facility, everything is being reviewed. All patients are now out of bed and being visually monitored by the nursing station. Dad used to get out of bed around 11:30pm, now he's out by 9:30am. The feeling of the building has changed. Staff are very aware of visitors and of potential problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Dad for a month or more. I just haven't been able to. Or made myself. I've pushed him further from me. But I haven't stopped thinking about him. Everyday. And Mom, too. Even while on vacation I thought of him. It doesn't ever stop. It hurts so much that I try to make myself numb. I try to stop feeling, but I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-4827813966547036885?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/4827813966547036885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=4827813966547036885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/4827813966547036885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/4827813966547036885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/07/state-of-cleanliness.html' title='State of cleanliness...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-8541945275159223564</id><published>2008-05-16T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:47:17.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I just a fu**ing asshole?</title><content type='html'>I have to ask myself if I'm acting like a total asshole. Why do I feel like my Mother should thank me when her life has been turned upside down? Crap. Why are we so dysfunctional? It's not just me, it's everyone. We're all messed up. I want to sleep so badly now, for several days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-8541945275159223564?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/8541945275159223564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=8541945275159223564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/8541945275159223564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/8541945275159223564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-i-just-fuing-asshole.html' title='Am I just a fu**ing asshole?'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-464548988580406906</id><published>2008-05-11T11:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:00:59.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day...</title><content type='html'>Although Mom doesn't want to speak to me right now, I'll wish her a Happy Mother's Day this way. It's been very difficult maintaining any kind of positive relationship with my Mother over the past few years. Because of the way she handles the stress, she make it difficult if not impossible for people to support her over a long period of time. She's more than kind to the support workers at the nursing home and the various hospital. A little thank you goes a long way. It energizes you and makes the little annoyances disappear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Mother's Day. I hope even though you have much to deal with, you can find some positive things in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-464548988580406906?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/464548988580406906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=464548988580406906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/464548988580406906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/464548988580406906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-1905887660755654615</id><published>2008-05-08T21:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:31:24.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Time seems to pass so quickly. At times. We're in the midst of Spring, Summer is just around the corner. Time does pass so quickly. And yet, when I'm visiting Dad, time stands still. I watch him sleep for the most part. I watch him squirm in his wheelchair. I watch him. 30 minutes is forever, 60 minutes is an eternity. I can't wait to leave. I can't wait to go. I can't watch him like this much more. Where is my Dad? Where is he? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My Dad's spirit is dead. My Dad passed away from me. Only the body remains. A crumbling body. A body that should have succumbed months ago. A body that doesn't know it is time to go home. It's a lost body, looking for it's soul. You have served as a vessel for many years. You deserve a rest. You deserve to be reunited with your soul.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-1905887660755654615?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/1905887660755654615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=1905887660755654615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/1905887660755654615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/1905887660755654615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wish-i-knew.html' title='I wish I knew...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-6829347539986922333</id><published>2008-05-05T08:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:53:42.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the hospital for tests...</title><content type='html'>Dad needs to have a few tests done to see why his hemoglobin is low. Even though the home upped the iron levels, it's still on the low side.&lt;br /&gt;The home doesn't do the test ans leaves it to the family to take the person to the hospital. Mom did not want to go by herself. I took the day off work and drove in this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was all panicked when I arrived to get her. We got Dad into the wheelchair taxi at the home. Got him to the hospital and in true fashion, we sit ans wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad lools like a body without spirit. He has no life in his eyes, and when you does manage to look, his eyes are vacant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my father and this is what's become of my Mother's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-6829347539986922333?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/6829347539986922333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=6829347539986922333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/6829347539986922333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/6829347539986922333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-hospital-for-tests.html' title='At the hospital for tests...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-6177359065679072818</id><published>2008-04-22T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:47:12.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Painfree babysitting...</title><content type='html'>How long will a pain free babysitting gig last? Two days. Brother gave Mom the old one-two. Yelling at her because she needs to take Dad to the hospital for tests next week. I warned her he would do this. Where is his wife in all of this? Oh yeah, she goes to work while he does nothing. My parents were so good to her and then she turns around and does nothing to help them. She and Brother deserve each other. Mom doesn't get it, they will continue to take advantage of her, pushing her around. And she's willing to take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-6177359065679072818?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/6177359065679072818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=6177359065679072818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/6177359065679072818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/6177359065679072818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/04/painfree-babysitting.html' title='Painfree babysitting...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-7742186908767180840</id><published>2008-04-20T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:12:27.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only want help when needed...</title><content type='html'>Brother and his wife asked Mom to babysit the kids. Seems their babysitter is going away for an extended absence. Mom said she would commit for 3 weeks. No mention of payment, no offer, no request. She has to take the bus there or walk. I told her that if brother disrespects her, she should stop immediately. It's all going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone to see Dad in the last few weeks. I've either had to work or we've been really busy. I have a day off owing, maybe I'll take a trip in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-7742186908767180840?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/7742186908767180840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=7742186908767180840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/7742186908767180840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/7742186908767180840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/04/only-want-help-when-needed.html' title='Only want help when needed...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-1458636429264147071</id><published>2008-03-16T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:43:04.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings...</title><content type='html'>Partner and I went to a wedding last night. It could have been daughter's 15 years from now. The sad part is, I don't think Dad or Mom will be there. I can't imagine Dad alive in 5 years time, but you never know. He survived what I though would have been his last days and weeks. I'm not sure about Mom, does she have the will to want to go on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-1458636429264147071?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/1458636429264147071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=1458636429264147071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/1458636429264147071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/1458636429264147071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/03/weddings.html' title='Weddings...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-6684317268420420421</id><published>2008-03-10T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:22:18.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone there...</title><content type='html'>Dad doesn't know when or who's been to visit. I know Mom was there the day before, but he doesn't remember. What is going on in his mind? He sits and looks, soon to fall asleep. He doesn't speak. If he does, it's only on word here and there. Perhaps you'll get a "yes". Perhaps he'll tell you he wants to go home. This is reality. This is his life. This is Mom's life too. What happened to the big trip. What happened to the retirement life. It will never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-6684317268420420421?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/6684317268420420421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=6684317268420420421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/6684317268420420421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/6684317268420420421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-anyone-there.html' title='Is anyone there...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-2595750225950146434</id><published>2008-02-19T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:33:07.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold out there...</title><content type='html'>It's cold here. My car is acting up. Not sure if I'll be able to make the 45 minute trip into the city to see Dad this weekend. If I don't have the car looked at, it'll mean trouble. I need the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-2595750225950146434?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/2595750225950146434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=2595750225950146434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/2595750225950146434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/2595750225950146434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-cold-out-there.html' title='It&apos;s cold out there...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-21362132160423669</id><published>2008-02-17T17:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:55:07.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumours - Just like Hollywood...</title><content type='html'>Seems someone feels like spreading rumours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my Dad's brother, Uncle M, has been telling people that my Mom rarely sees my Dad and when she does, it's only for a few hours. He was doing this a some function. However, he didn't realize that my Mom's brother, Uncle C, was at the same function and overheard the conversation. Uncle C pulled Uncle M aside and let him have it. Hopefully some of the correct information made it through to Uncle M's thick head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is, all this took place out of the country where my Uncle M lives. The only way he could have been mis-informed of my Mother's visitation to my Dad is through some family members. So, who is telling fibs? My bet is on Brother or Dad's sisters. If you're going to talk about Mom and Dad, tell the real story. But, like Hollywood, everyone likes good gossip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-21362132160423669?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/21362132160423669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=21362132160423669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/21362132160423669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/21362132160423669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/02/rumours-just-like-hollywood.html' title='Rumours - Just like Hollywood...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-783466769798141314</id><published>2008-02-11T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:15:04.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression...</title><content type='html'>I've come to realize that I've been depressed for the last few months. It has been a gradual process, this depression. Dad's situation has been on my mind constantly. Is this his life? Is this my mother's life? What is to become of either of them? Is this my future? What if my partner had a stroke like Dad's? What would become of my life? What about Daughter? What if? What if? What if?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-783466769798141314?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/783466769798141314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=783466769798141314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/783466769798141314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/783466769798141314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/02/depression.html' title='Depression...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-8818729512986035990</id><published>2008-02-10T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:03:55.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time hello...</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to those observing Chinese calendar. It's been many months since posting anything. Not much has changed except the passage of time. Christmas and birthdays have come and gone. Some days are better than others. Some visits are better than others. Nothing much has changed. Nothing much is different. I don't expect much to change either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-8818729512986035990?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/8818729512986035990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=8818729512986035990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/8818729512986035990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/8818729512986035990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-time-hello.html' title='Long time hello...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-1390958325466362332</id><published>2007-08-26T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T08:35:34.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting is hard...</title><content type='html'>Daughter and I went to visit Dad yesterday. Mom wasn't able to make it as she had a funeral to go to. I guess when you start going to funerals frequently you know you're in that age bracket. Dad was sleeping when we arrived, I said good morning and he opened his eyes. He was in bed. I'm not sure if they get him out of bed or not. It's very difficult visiting since it was our decision to put him there. He doesn't speak much. He hardly says a few words. Not that he can't, but he doesn't want to. It's very sad. Daughter and I sat and spoke to him, telling him of vacation and no more braces. We left after an hour or so. I left depressed. That's my father in there. What's left of my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-1390958325466362332?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/1390958325466362332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=1390958325466362332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/1390958325466362332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/1390958325466362332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2007/08/visiting-is-hard.html' title='Visiting is hard...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-6282159616603643308</id><published>2007-08-09T19:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:14:30.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother passing away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;After 90+ years on this planet, my Grandmother passed away peacefully last week. She ate dinner, went to sit down in her favourite chair, fell asleep and passed away. That's how it should be done. I wish this for me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-6282159616603643308?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/6282159616603643308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=6282159616603643308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/6282159616603643308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/6282159616603643308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2007/08/grandmother-passing-away.html' title='Grandmother passing away...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-1438119792822943712</id><published>2007-08-09T19:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:12:36.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;It has been a while hasn't it.&lt;br/&gt;Some major movement here. Dad was moved to a long term care facility last week. I've visited this one last year when we were looking for a place for him. It an older building, but clean and spacious. There are 4 people to a ward room. He has a place by the window. It's actually quite nice compared to some of the other facilities I've seen. Mom of course disagrees and finds it horrible. I'm not sure what Dad thinks. He seems okay. But I'm sure he'd rather be at home. The decision to have Dad go to a LTC facility is the best choice for Dad and Mom. She was no longer able to look after him. We're finding out that there are other people in similar situations. No one is looking down on the spouse for not being able to provide 24/7 care. Mom hasn't let her guilt go, she may not be able to.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-1438119792822943712?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/1438119792822943712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=1438119792822943712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/1438119792822943712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/1438119792822943712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2007/08/movement.html' title='Movement...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-4543822206258149951</id><published>2007-07-21T20:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:42:06.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get on with your life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;People having been telling Mom she's got to get on with her life. She says this with a sigh. How am I supposed to get on with my life? What am I supposed to do? If I don't come to visit your father, who else will?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don't have any answers. If only things were very straight forward and simple. This just isn't so. This are better between Mom and me. I still worry about the future, Mom's not even thinking that far in advance at this point in her life. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-4543822206258149951?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/4543822206258149951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=4543822206258149951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/4543822206258149951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/4543822206258149951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2007/07/get-on-with-your-life.html' title='Get on with your life...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-6611431655565662998</id><published>2007-07-15T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T08:02:09.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time just drags by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Picked Mom up for breakfast. We had a nice meal. I made sure she agreed that I would pay before we went. She said she behaved very badly last time we had breakfast (fighting to pay for the bill). We stopped by Walmart for a few things before heading on wards to the hospital to see Dad.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He was in good spirits. Not talking much. He drifts in and out of sleep. He's down to 97 lbs Mom says. I stayed for an hour before heading out. I'm not a big fan of the hospital visit. Especially with Dad not really being mentally present. It's very draining to carry on a one sided conversation.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-6611431655565662998?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/6611431655565662998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=6611431655565662998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/6611431655565662998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/6611431655565662998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-just-drags-by.html' title='Time just drags by...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-2606637703228884502</id><published>2007-07-09T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:22:13.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm depressed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I don't know what to say except I'm depressed. It's just lingering around me. I just want to run away and never look back. On everything. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-2606637703228884502?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/2606637703228884502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=2606637703228884502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/2606637703228884502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/2606637703228884502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-depressed.html' title='I&amp;#39;m depressed...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-2468672225623474691</id><published>2007-06-30T14:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T14:46:46.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sellling the house...</title><content type='html'>Within 5 years, there will be no option but to sell Mom and Dad's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's government income is not enough to maintain the daily cost of running the house. With the extra money needed to keep Dad in private care while waiting for basic care, it will drain their resources by $25,000 by the end of year 2 in private care. After that, there will be no money left to look after the basics of the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it doesn't matter where Dad ends up since Mom will have to sell and move anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-2468672225623474691?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/2468672225623474691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=2468672225623474691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/2468672225623474691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/2468672225623474691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2007/06/sellling-house.html' title='Sellling the house...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-8545996361315793621</id><published>2007-06-24T11:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:50:07.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Since Dad is in the hospital, Mom and I went for breakfast before visiting Dad. It's something we seldom get to do, and near impossible with Dad at home. It's either Mom or I looking after Dad. Brother is MIA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;During breakfast, Mom looked around and said "These people have no idea how lucky they are". The comment was towards the large number of elderly folk munching away and socializing with their friends. Dad, and Mom, never had a chance to enjoy lazy mornings.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;We are going to put Dad into a long term care facility as it's impossible for Mom to look after him at home now. I use the term Long Term Care because I don't want to use nursing home. We have to pay the full amount as there is only availability for private care. It costs $25000 a year. It's money Mom and Dad don't have. It's money that they have to pull that was marked for the next 20 years. It's inevitable that Mom will have to sell the house. In the big picture, does it matter where Dad goes since Mom will have to move eventually anyway? Mom wants him to be close, so she can still visit him. But it will cost $10,000 from her savings for 1 year. The waiting list for basic care at the facility she wants is at least 1 or 2 years away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-8545996361315793621?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/8545996361315793621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=8545996361315793621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/8545996361315793621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/8545996361315793621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2007/06/breakfast-with-mom.html' title='Breakfast with Mom...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-4198167960295897422</id><published>2007-06-17T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T14:15:05.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day...</title><content type='html'>To all the sons and daughters, celebrate Father's Day in some way. Even if it's just for a second to acknowledge your Father. One thing that stands out for me this year is how lucky other people are for having healthy loving parents. My Father didn't get a chance to enjoy his retirement years. He's physically alive, but not my Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-4198167960295897422?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/4198167960295897422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=4198167960295897422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/4198167960295897422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/4198167960295897422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589630.post-1602877116040444117</id><published>2007-06-15T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:50:56.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrambling for accomodation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;We've got our backs up against the wall. The hospital wants to send Dad home, discharge this weekend. He can't return home as Mom can no longer look after him. His safety and well being are at risk. Mom is going to lose her mind from exhaustion. The time has come. If only he had continued to improve, but this just wasn't meant to be. So we are going to get Dad into a long term care facility immediately, with the hopes of getting him into our preferred choice at a later date. Mom keeps waffling on the decision. But it's her guilt that is making her second guess herself. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;This is the best choice given the situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18589630-1602877116040444117?l=mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/feeds/1602877116040444117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18589630&amp;postID=1602877116040444117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/1602877116040444117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18589630/posts/default/1602877116040444117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydadhadastroke.blogspot.com/2007/06/scrambling-for-accomodation.html' title='Scrambling for accomodation...'/><author><name>Gart34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744869728631394493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10005357975421043287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>