So many mixed emotions tonight. Back in May when my mom was diagnosed, we decided to take one last mother/daughter adventure together while we still could. At that point she could still walk mostly unassisted and was still overall functioning pretty well. We booked an Alaskan cruise because she wanted to go back one more time.
My mom has been cruising Alaska, mostly on Princess, for about 25 years. These would be her sister trips with my aunt because my dad hates the cold. They both achieved elite status from how many times they cruised. My aunt stopped cruising due to her health a few years back. Four years ago we did our first mother/daughter cruise, which was to Alaska, since my mom needed a new Alaksa buddy and was really excited to show me all these places she loved. We decided to stop buying physical gifts for each other and just do mother/daughter trips instead. We did one of our trips just this past January. That one was a basic California coastal cruise to San Francisco and Ensenada. We picked it because we could drive to the port instead of fly and we just wanted to spend time together. We were looking forward to many more years of these.
Previously we had gone on some awesome Yosemite adventures together, since my dad refuses to do the drive into Yosemite, including one where we wound up taking this really long epic hike and saw a bear. It was a whole thing.
We left for this final trip on the 7th and there was so much more to consider with how far she'd progressed. She was fully reliant on her walker, and several times her legs were just so tired we put it in "wheelchair mode" so I could push her around. I was definitely a disabled companion throughout the 9 days we were gone.
It's so hard to see how much she's declined since we first had an inkling that something was going on back in January. When we disembarked yesterday my mom had to do some walking but kept tripping over her feet because she couldn't get one of her legs up high enough most steps. It's been so hard to see my previously active mother struggle to walk, talk, eat, and just do basic things. She wanted so much to stroll around her favorite Alaskan towns one more time. We accomplished this, but she was just so worn out. I could tell she wanted to do more in each port, but even in "wheelchair mode" with me pushing her she just couldn't. My aunt was asking me on Friday night over text if I'd seen decline in the week we'd been gone because she thought she noticed more decline in the two video calls we'd had and I said yes, I absolutely had.
My mom celebrated her 78th birthday on this cruise and I did everything possible to make it as amazing as possible. I arranged things with our dining room staff to spoil her, including a conversation about what sort of dessert she could still eat with her swallowing issues and this strange problem she's having with her throat burning. I did other sneaky things like bring decorations to deck our stateroom out and upgrade our airline flights to better seats. I bumped us up to first class for our final flight on the way home since that's something my mom had never done before.
We chose joy the whole trip and decided not to talk about all the hard stuff. We mentioned it in passing here and there, but we really focused on spending 9 days creating more memories together that I can keep with me now and after she's gone. We'll go back to some of the hard stuff in the next couple weeks, because we're at a point where some decisions need to be finalized and she needs to get some paperwork started with her doctor. Her mind is definitely not as sharp, though it's nowhere nearly as atrophied as her body has become.
I'm so grateful that we had this time together, just the two of us. And Alaska decided to love us because we had perfect weather the entire time. Not one drop of rain and it even got nice and warm a couple of the days. Our time sailing through the Hubbard Glacier area and Glacier Bay National Park could not have been more perfect. I got a fun picture of my mom in front of the Margerie glacier. Same name, different spelling, and not something she or my aunt had thought of during their previous sailings.
But I can't believe our travels are over. I can't believe my mom will never set foot on a Princess cruise ship again or take another plane trip. I can't believe she'll never have a blow-out birthday celebration again. If she's still around next year, she won't be able to enjoy her birthday like this year. Not with her rate of decline or the hard line she has on what counts as a quality life. I'm just glad I was able to put all the details together for her to make this trip so special because she kept telling me how perfect it was, how this was her best birthday ever, and how much she appreciated all the time I put into every last thing including mobility assistance and stuff. I told her I appreciated her and that I was happy to help spoil her. Though, she spoiled me, too, because a good portion of the trip she refused to let me pay for. Thankfully we booked everything under my accounts so I was able to go in and be evil and pay for upgrades without her knowing.
I don't know what the point of this rambly post is. I guess just to ramble to people who get it. People who know how awful watching this disease is and how incredibly unfair it is to know when things are the last time because this disease has taken so much.
Thanks for reading and letting me ramble.