As good and as "with it" as my mother was the last time I saw here was
as vague and out of it as she was yesterday. She actually got angry
with me because she thought I was just a "big blob" who was sitting on her daughter, hiding her
and she wanted to see her daughter. When I told her *I* was her
daughter, she said I was not, but she didn't know who I was. She
finally got up and got into bed, so I left. Gawd, I hate dementia.
I hate dementia too. I am fortunate that my mom still recognizes me but I know it won't be long before she forgets who I am.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to hear fro you, Veronica. I think you are the very first person to have found this blog (which I never advertise). I hope it helps to find someone who understands.
DeleteI just found it and I’m curious as to how long your mother has had dementia. It looks like this blog was started in 2013.
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