My mother had been diagnosed with dementia. That was shortly before her 63rd birthday, in April of this year. For me, it has been heartbreaking. Dementia is overwhelming, to say the least.
My amazing mom
She has been one of my closest friends, all of my life. Sadly, now I have to speak to her like a child a lot of the time. It is almost impossible to have an entire conversation with her. She constantly blurts out some random thing that has absolutely nothing to do with anything we’ve been discussing.
When I discuss something important with her, I usually struggle to keep her on task with me. Direct eye contact is necessary when I need her to really listen to what I am saying. Even then, I usually have her repeat what I have said. Sometimes, I have to snap my fingers by her ear to remind her that I am talking about something important. Often, I remind her repeatedly that what I am talking about is important. Most generally, I have to elaborate or explain what I mean. She has difficulty understanding things sometimes. This is more difficult than you might think. It makes me sad, and the sadness is overwhelming.
It is Saturday at 1:35 pm. I have done a sufficient amount of housework to please Hubs, which is always a satisfying feeling. I am just finishing up the last load of laundry I will do for the day. It has rained so much lately that I have been unable to hang out clothes on the line. When it is sunny, I am rarely ever home to do it. I will have to give in and dry the clothes at the laundry facility at my mom’s apartment complex. I do not mind, really. She will be avidly playing her online games, while I sit on the love seat beside her desk. I will be in a half awake, half asleep state, as usual. This has become our routine.
Today will be our last day of this routine, for a few weeks, anyway. Tomorrow, I will help my mom pack some of her belongings. She will choose some things to take with her to the nursing home. How does one know what to pack for a semi-extended stay away from home, anyway?
My mom had fallen last week. As a result, she broke her kneecap. The doctor feels that rehab in a facility is best because she keeps standing on it and bending it. The nursing home will be able to give her the intense PT she needs to get back home.
Dementia, it has a way
Hopefully, socializing will bring her out of the hole she has dug for herself and crawled into. Dementia, it has a way of doing that to a person. Hopefully, she will make some friends and enjoy some activities while she is there. She might even develop a somewhat “normal” sleep/wake cycle. Most important, maybe they can help her get on track with her medications. As a result, that would improve her health and well-being. To sum up my thoughts, all of these things – these are my hopes.