Reflections on Dementia, Caregiving and Life in General
Do I close the door?
I hear this every night as mom prepares for bed. She’s anxious to do the right thing, and she simply cannot remember what it is, nor can she figure it out. 393 more words
1 month, 1 week
It rained heavily this morning.
Mom said, Good morning, it’s raining. So, no need to go, huh?
I said, Yes, it’s raining. Still must go! 83 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
Mom’s neurologist thinks she is doing rather well, considering. I think the picture is rather more mixed. She can recall her daily activities more readily, and converse easily with a visiting child. 172 more words
1 month, 3 weeks