Sorry I havent been on...This lesson took a while. My mom is not my mom anymore. She is Carol. She is praised for all she can do. Reaasured when she is worried. But, I no longer call her mom. It seems to confuse her. Her son is the grumpy man next door. My mom is now my patient.
My heart breaks for you. Noone could do a better job tending to Carol than YOU.
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Many times I feel sorry for myself, and then I think of your courage and feel ashamed of myself and keep going....hugs...Carole.
It is a difficult moment, when we lose that identiy of daughter, or son, in the deep and dark recesses of Alz. and dementia. Understanding your unspoken pain.
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