The last few times I went to visit Dorothy, it took her a little time to remember who I was. At first, she thought I was her sister. She even introduced me as her sister. It’s ok, I just smiled and played along. After a little bit she remembered that I was Cheryl. When she “remembers” she always asks about Jessica- Jessica is her link to her (lost) real life. Then she remembers the boys and then she asks about them-repeatedly. Where it used to bother me— now, I enjoy it. I understand that now when she asks, I know that she is herself.
I took her out one evening to see the Christmas lights- and at one point she was “here”, she said “Cheryl, I appreciate you taking the time to come and get me and take me out to see the lights”. I’ll take it. (-:
All I could say was “your welcome, mom”.
It’s tough inside the walls of memory care. But it’s also safe and in mom’s case she is where she needs to be. I appreciate the nurses and other care givers. For most of them, it is their calling. And for the most part they are very upbeat and kind- to those they have charge over.
If you can, go see your loved one. Sooner or later, they will “remember” and it’s a good feeling – for both of you. Enjoy those times.
Love and Light,
Cheryl Doreen
Dorothy's Dementia 