Mom has been moved to a Memory Care Facility this week…
She only stepped into dementia in an obvious way in the past few months,
though we saw what I call being-an-old-lady a bit before. She has great long term memory, but when her short term memory is shot, it tends to push her into anger and paranoia. Imagine if everyone around you in a hospital was saying this or that and you had no recollection… it gives me pause — I’d be thinking they were all nutz too…
She is not rational when that happens, and so, she has to be in a secure place now,
not in her apartment. She is also too weak in many ways to be alone 24/7.
Fortunately, I think we found a good facility, she shares a room, has good views and
good food and her friends can still visit her as it is close to them.
Long ago, she made the choice to stay where she is and not come to Portland with M and I, and it was a good choice for her, as she had excellent docs and friends and so forth.
Cleaning out her apartment was difficult.
I am not doing all of it; we have a good friend who does this as a business.
But many items came home with us, and so I had to visit that image of
a life coming unraveled and ending as we know it.
I am going to be drawing and writing a bit about this under the heading, “Mom’s Stuff.”
In this case, the blog may be my journal… but we will see.
“Memory is more indelible than ink.”
Anita Loos, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.
“I think not….”
Me… why I journal!
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