Mom's dementia making me crazy | Mom's dementia making me crazy
Jul.29.2012
My relative “Elaine” (I’ve changed the names) is celebrating her 83rd birthday. I make the five-hour drive and appear on her doorstep with a gaily wrapped shirt and jacket, some pretty note paper, and a face that triggers memories of her beloved aunt. Soon her daughter, Rachel, will...
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Jul.29.2012
My relative “Elaine” (I’ve changed the names) is celebrating her 83rd birthday. I make the five-hour drive and appear on her doorstep with a gaily wrapped shirt and jacket, some pretty note paper, and a face that triggers memories of her beloved aunt. Soon her daughter, Rachel, will...
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Jun.05.2012
I consider it a testament to my devotion to keep things lighthearted that whenever I lack for a topic I don’t reflexively write about my mother.
She’s 79, relies on me for food, finance, primary care and suffers from increasing dementia that, despite what the doctors contend, I’m convinced is...
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