Looking down at the IV drip in my wrinkled hands, I notice the veins are so thick that it frightens me. It looks as if at any moment they could rupture. I am afraid to even make a fist. How the needle even fit in there without exploding is a miracle to me. I was just laughing and playing cards in the kitchen with my father when I woke up to a beeping sound. I felt my body crash into this old frail figure. My skin is so incredibly thin, almost paper-like.
I have tubes in my nose feeding me oxygen. Upon yanking them out an alarm shrieks, startling me. A woman I hadn’t noticed in the room with me begins to cry. I try to stand, but my legs are so weak they hold me hostage.
I am a prisoner in my own body. Damn it! “Ouch!” There is a foreign object inside me, collecting urine. I have the sudden urge to pull that out as well, but I think otherwise.
Where the hell am I? Where is my father? And why on earth is this woman shouting?
Love You More Description:
Katina Clark blinks and she is no longer in her kitchen playing Tonk with her father. Her fragile legs, oxygen tubes in her nose and an IV in her hands, frightens her. When someone enters the tiny cube of a room and calls her, “Mrs Owens.” She is confused. Who is Mrs. Owens? She is Katina Clark and wants to get back to her father. After all, she is only 24-years-old.
Follow this heart-breaking story of 84-year-old Katina Clark-Owens coming to terms with losing her battle to Alzheimer’s Disease. Thankfully, Katina is not alone. She has her children, her sometimes friendly nurse, Bonnie and a very good friend who is closer than she realizes.
