Category Archives: Alzheimer’s

Sofia

“Your mommy… she no belong here,” says Sofia,* an independent aide who cares for a couple of people on my mom’s unit at the Hebrew Home. She wants me to move my mom to another unit for people in earlier … Continue reading

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Winning and Losing

My mom and I had a good summer. I spent the long days after work meeting friends for dinner, visiting museums, going to outdoor concerts. My mom gradually, but increasingly, shed the worries that had burdened her all of her … Continue reading

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The First Time

“You’ve never been here before!” my mom exclaims as we head down the hallway of the dementia unit where she lives. She’s talking like she’s excited to show me the place for the first time (or more likely, thrilled to … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day

When I arrived at the Hebrew Home for a visit on Mother’s Day, my mom was sitting alone at her table, hunched over and staring downward, like she was reading a book perched in her lap. She looked up as … Continue reading

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The Bottom Line

My mom and Kenneth are already at the dinner table when I arrive for a visit at 4 PM on a Saturday. They’re not saying much, just waiting for their food, which will be served at 5 if they’re lucky, … Continue reading

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My Birthday

On my birthday, I went to the Hebrew Home so I could see my mom on my “special day.” Of course, she didn’t know it was my birthday. Even after I told her. “It’s my birthday!” I said, after settling … Continue reading

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Men

“Yuck … men!” said my mom more times than I can count, from my teenage years until about three years ago. My mom wasn’t happy with my dad, who was her husband for over 35 years. When they divorced more … Continue reading

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Interconnectedness

“Let me ask you a question,” my mom’s boyfriend, “Kenneth,” says. “Does that tell you that is nearly basically one of the few things… that is the place to go? Because I can get the jumps on this thing. Is … Continue reading

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My Mom’s BF

I first met “Kenneth” a month ago in the Hebrew Home dining room, where my mom was eating lunch. Between the moaning woman two tables away and the old lady screeching out a broken-record rendition of the Alphabet song (never … Continue reading

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A Day with Alzheimer’s

My mom is thoroughly enjoying the Sunday concert at Hebrew Home. “He’s really good!” she says of the musician who’s singing folk songs and playing guitar. She’s looking relaxed, happy, and unselfconscious, with none of the worry lines that marked … Continue reading

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