I wrote a month ago that my mother
had dementia. She and I both have been
trying to cope with this disease, and it has been heartbreaking for me to watch
my smart, sweet mother lose her memory.
Both my sister and I try to help her. We spend as much time as possible with
her. She had a bad episode
last week. Today she doesn’t remember
that night, but I do. The memory is so fresh like it happened today. I keep
hoping someone will find a cure to stop this disease, and my mother will be
able to hold on to some of her dignity.
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