Dorothy’s Dementia

Good Morning!

  Eat, Sleep, Repeat.    Dorothy wakes up to a new day- and “new place” every day.   She can’t remember.  But she is engaged and active, she has friends and she’s loved by everyone around her.

It’s interesting- that when I go see her to visit- or take her out- she’s usually engaged with the people around her- I sit or stand where she can’t see me and I observe her-   she laughs, tells stories, complains, listens.  She plays bingo, reads, colors, does exercise class, current events class, etc.   

But- the minute she sees me, or Paul and we take her out- she starts complaining that there is nothing to do- no one talks to her- and she’s bored- she wants to go home.

There is no since telling her that we just witnessed that she has been doing “stuff”.  She doesn’t remember.  So, I let it go and I listen- sometimes I agree – just to let her know she has someone on her side.   

I have a friend who took care of her mother for years- in a demented state and then bedridden.  She is a very strong, loving, caring person.   I am in awe of her.    I find myself struggling more and more every day with mom and her sickness- how did my friend do this for years 24/7 ?

It’s not my sickness- it’s hers, and I’m here to support her in any way that I can.  But, to be honest- I’m tired!  I’m tired of hearing her song over and over and over again.  I’m tired of her not understanding, not remembering, constantly complaining- but mostly – for not being my mom- as I knew my mom.   

It’s like a slow agonizing death- the worst kind.   My dad died when I was 24- he was 49.   He was diagnosed with cancer in January and died that same year in September.   The worst part for me – was the last 45 days- he was delusional- he was out of it- and then he was gone- there is nothing I could do about it.    I still miss and think of him every day- but just like that- he was gone- no lingering, no pain, no “new day” everyday- he was just gone. Every day I remember what he taught me- I cry at what he didn’t get to teach me- I wonder what else he could have taught me, my children and my siblings.  

Mom is here at the end her life going through a long-drawn-out sickness and there is nothing I can do about it.  It sucks.   She carried the torch after dad died and I wonder what else she has to teach us.   I hate that she is suffering- or is she?   Maybe she is just fine in her world. 

After thinking about this – I’ve come to the conclusion that death is something we all get to experience- in our own way- and there is nothing anyone can do about it.  All I can hope for is that I have a” someone”- to be my person – to listen to me till the very end- no matter what.

So, when I get weary, weak, sad and lonely- I reflect on all the love, laughter, hugs and lessons I have been taught by those I have loved and lost, I realize how lucky I am to be alive and to have been touched guided by their words and gifts.

Be somebody’s person.

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen

One thought on “Dorothy’s Dementia

  1. Let’s get together soon Cheryl. I know we can’t do much for you, but some wine and good conversation will make at least one night better we hope!! Love you sweet friend. I will holla this week.

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