Cocktail Hour

We now have cocktail hour at our house.  But ours doesn't consist of the newest, fashionable drink mixes.  Ours is a combination of drugs and prayer.  We had a really bad evening today.  Mom had some really bad delusions and panic attacks, as well as being very paranoid.  At this point she kind of slips in and out of lucidity.  She thinks she's in the hospital sometimes.  Which does make some sense, because we have a hospital bed for her.  But she also has a hard time trusting us because we've been advised to discontinue some of her medications.  At this point, some of them are just not necessary.  My heart continues to break for both her and my father.  Tonight, my mom felt as though God had left her.  At that point, I didn't know how to calm her fears.  My words weren't enough.  The combination of narcotics does seems to calm her, but we would always welcome continued prayers for her spirit.