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My mom cares about my feelings
“What’s wrong?” my mom asks. “You sound sad.” “I’m fine,” I say. “But you don’t sound fine,” she says. “Ok, I guess I am a little sad,” I say. “Why?” she asks. “I don’t know,” I say, because I’m not … Continue reading
Are you a boy or a girl?
“Are you a boy or a girl?” my mom whispers into the phone, afraid her roommate might hear her question. “A girl,” I say. “You ARE?” she asks, as if she can’t believe it, as if it’s deeply upsetting for … Continue reading
Nursing Homes
Finding a nursing home for my mom is proving to be one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do. It’s not even because of all the bureaucratic bullshit I have to face, like getting her assessed, applying … Continue reading
The Cow is Alive
I was talking with my friend Nancy about my mom. “She asked me again about her brothers and sisters,” I said. “I told her they all died. That made her cry.” “Maybe you should just tell her they’re fine, but … Continue reading
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Living in Alzheimer’s world
“What day is it tomorrow?” Mom asks. “Saturday,” I reply. “Oh, good. That means I don’t have to go to work.” Hmmm. People have been telling me I shouldn’t correct my mom when she says something that’s not real. “Live … Continue reading
Moment by Moment
When my mom’s close friend passed away three months ago, I debated whether or not to take her to the wake. I was exhausted, weather forecasts were terrible, and the journey would include an expensive cab ride to and from … Continue reading
Changes in store for my mom
When I was a little kid, my father used to visit his aunt Carrie in a nursing home. Every once in a while, I would go with him. I remember walking down the halls and seeing lots of old people. … Continue reading
My mom is growing into childhood
Every day, in different ways, my mom gets a little more childlike. “You’re my bestest friend and … daughter,” she says to me, the daughter part sounding more and more like an afterthought. “You’re the only one left,” she says. … Continue reading
My mom is having an identity crisis … sort of
An aide knocks on my mom’s door while we’re talking on the phone. “Come in, come in,” my mom says. The aide heads straight for her bedroom to get my mom’s nightgown. She’s there to help her get ready for … Continue reading
My mom was deeply insecure
My mom has become very sociable since she’s started losing her mind to Alzheimer’s. She never used to be. It’s as if all of the negative thoughts that kept her fearful of people and reluctant to fully engage have melted … Continue reading
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