I got a call from the Hebrew Home a couple of months ago.

“Your mother fell today,” said her doctor.

“Is she okay?” I asked.

“Yes, she’s okay, but she has a cut on her forehead. There was a lot of blood.”

“Is she upset?” I asked.

“She was just a little worried about all the blood on her hands.”

A sick sensation passed through me. I felt weakened, or like something inside of me fell.

Later that night, the Hebrew Home called again.

“Your mother fell,” an aide said.

“Again?!” I asked, and this time fear shot through me. That she should go from not falling at all to falling twice in one day was very distressing.

“Did they already call you about this?” the aide asked.

“I got a call earlier that she fell this afternoon. Did she fall again?” I asked.

“No. She fell just once.”

“Thank God,” I said.

I hadn’t visited her the previous weekend, thereby allowing two weeks to pass between visits. Sometimes I do that to give myself a break. It’s hard to visit every weekend.

But this time I regretted it, magically thinking that by missing my visit I’d somehow offered her less protection than usual. As if a two-hour weekly visit from me is what has kept her on her feet.

When I arrived the weekend after the fall, she wasn’t in the TV room or at her table. Donald was sitting alone. Thinking she was probably in her room, I made my way down the hall to find her.

I saw her standing across from the nurse’s station, leaning against the wall, her hair a wild mess, a worried and far-away look in her eyes, one of which was black from the fall.

She had a confused look on her face as I approached.

“Are you . . . my brother?” she asked.

“No, Mom. I’m Beth,” I said.

“Oh, Beth!” she said, and started to cry. It was a mixture of sadness and relief, and she wept and wept.

“It’s okay, mom,” I said. I hugged her.

“I think I’ve decided I want to go home to my mom,” she said.

“Okay, Mom,” I said. “We’ll do that later. But now, let’s go into your room.”

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she said. “I didn’t know what I was going to do.”

We went into her room, and she dried her tears. She went to the bathroom. Then I took her to the Sunday concert.

She seemed to enjoy sitting next to me in the large music-filled room. But she was a little less secure and stable.

I was so upset after that visit, convinced it was the beginning of the end for her. She seemed so fragile, as if the slightest thing could make her fall to the ground.


I got a call today from Gemma, the nurse practitioner who gives me a monthly report on my mom.

“Your mom was sitting at her table holding a bunny,” she said. “It’s a stuffed bunny. When you press it, it sings, ‘Jesus loves me.'”

“She got it at the church service on Easter Day,” I said.

“Oh,” she said. “Well, she had that bunny and she was singing with it.”

I smiled. She’s been playing with the bunny ever since she got it.

“And she thinks whatever man happens to be at her table is her husband. If only it could be that easy for me,” Gemma said. “Yeah, your mom is happy. She has no complaints.”

Alzheimer’s is like the weather. One day a storm; another day a mild sun with a gentle breeze.

About daughter3

My mom has Alzheimer's disease. She's 91 and lives in a nursing home. She has three daughters. I'm her youngest.
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6 Responses to Falling

  1. kelly Strazdas says:

    wow! So moving.I knew your mom had Alzheimer’s but I didn’t know it had progressed so far. It sounds like you are doing a great job. Caring for a loved one with Alzheimers is tough beyond words.
    You both will be in my prayers.

  2. curvyroads says:

    Beth, you capture my experiences with my mom so perfectly and eloquently. I used to write about it a little, but now she has progressed so much, it just makes me sad. I hope you continue to share your beautiful thoughts.

  3. I enjoyed reading your blog,thanks for sharing!…i visit my Mom every Sunday and if I miss a Sunday i become so afraid that she felt alone or unloved….as you i cant get there fast enough after not seeing her for a week…at first it was difficult dealing with her illness but now I embrace it and enjoy every minute I have with her! P.S. My Mom is getting married every time I see her she is so happy and full of joy telling her story of romance a different man different story every week…
    at first it offended me because of course no man can replace my dad…but then I got it. These have been some of the best days with my Mom she is so full of love and joy just in a different way!

    • daughter3 says:

      Thank you, Martha. I know just what you mean about having some of your best days with your mom now. So much that complicated our relationship doesn’t exist anymore now that she has Alzheimer’s and she is very loving. I love your story about your mom thinking she’s getting married every week. Thank you for sharing.

  4. JodiMelsness says:

    She’s so much like my mom. Keep writing! My mom had a baby and Blue Dog. I miss my mom a lot, she’s been gone one full year.

  5. laurajstein says:

    I am so glad that your mom has recovered from her fall. Thanks for your insightful writing and attitude! It is so helpful to me, to try and find the good things that are happening.

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