For an update on my mother, I went to put cream on her arms this
morning and she had no clue why I was doing it, or any memory of ever having been itchy.
She also -- and this is the saddest part of her dementia, for me -- didn't
recognize Brianna and Lacie. I showed her a video and she asked "what kids are
those?" I expressed surprise that she didn't know and said "they're your
great grandchildren." She got very defensive and said "Well I
don't know them. I've only seen them a couple of times" and then when I got the
video started, she looked at them and said "now who are those kids?"
After waiting so long for grandchildren and feeling like I can't
really be an obnoxious grandma to people around me whose grandchildren are now in high
school by bragging about how adorable my grandchildren are, it makes me very sad that I
can't even share joy at the girls with their great grandmother.
Dementia is a terrible disease.
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