It’s been a year since Paul and I put mom in her new place. It’s been a long year. So much of the same things are said or done over and over and over and over. Some day’s – I don’t know how Dorothy does it. Then I remember that she is fine and dandy all day long. She is a light to the people around her and is caring and helpful to those in need. It’s only after supper when the day is winding down- that her world comes crashing down. I’m always there willing to answer the phone and just listen to her song. I have learned that it doesn’t matter what I say to her- she will not remember. We will go through the same thing tomorrow- with the same song.
Over the last few weeks I have been agreeing with her instead of reasoning with her. When she sings her song and is done–or when I can get a word in- like I said before it’s like listening to a teenage girl who never takes a breath— I have been agreeing with her and telling her that it’s probably time for her to go home- and saying yes to everything else she is upset about. It seems to work better – for her- and that’s what it’s all about- what’s better for her.
Take the time- It’s gone in the wink of an eye.
Peace & Love,
Cheryl Doreen
Dorothy's Dementia 
It is interesting that you say this about agreeing with what your mom says. I’m catching up by the way, on your post I mean. My brother’s mother-in-law, now 93 years young is in mid stage alzhimers, most days she doesn’t know my sister-in-law, her own daughter. When they first discovered that this was to occur, in coinciling, my brother was told this very early. Their counselor said, “If she says she has a cat, pet the cat. It will make life easier for her and you.”
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