On what seem to be good days, like today, I’ll be talking to my mother and think: Is this a dream? She can still act perfectly normal at times. But it’s not a dream, as I inevitably find out. I don’t really want to know this much about the invisible warp and weft of the mind, although… Continue reading Same as it ever was / March 21, 2006
My mother’s presence is like the signal from a faraway radio station on a cold winter night. Sometimes it’s so faint that you have to know where to look for it, jiggle the dial, bend the antenna; other times the atmosphere is just right, and she’s there–loud and clear. I spoke privately with her nurse-practioner… Continue reading Waves / March 20, 2006
Maybe the hardest part of taking care of a family member with dementia is negotiating her integrity and my sanity. The best plan for me will not necessarily be the best plan for my mother–at this time, at least. How I would love hearing her say, It’s time for me to move to assisted living. My… Continue reading The hardest part…? / March 19, 2006
