I live in northeast North Carolina, and if you've been following the news, you know that Hurricane Dorian moved through our area today.
I was dreading it. Even on the best of days, Mom (age 87, severely disabled, legally blind and nearly deaf) is pretty demanding and pessimistic. But today, she was an absolute joy to care for! She knew the hurricane was coming, and I guess she sensed what I was going through, what with securing the house and making sure we had everything ready for the worst possible scenario.
Our power went out at 8:30 this morning, and she didn't make a peep. She waited patiently for everything - breakfast, lunch, nap preparations, meds, dinner... and she didn't complain if I was a few minutes late with anything. She even toned down her usual moans and groans, and kept her complaints to herself. She was a little jumpy when the big wind gusts hit the house (so was I), but when I explained what was happening, she simply said, "Oh, okay. Now I know what's going on."
The storm has since cleared out - in fact, it's a beautiful, cool night - and though I know everything will be back to "normal" on the caregiving front tomorrow, I'm still grateful for the supreme effort Mom made to help me through this day.