Just How Did You Get Her There From Here? So she ended up in Wonderful Place....
Adventures in Dementia*land: Part XIII
When A Tree Lands On Your House So, after consulting wise people whose....
Adventures in Dementia*land: Part XII
Click here for previous post in this series. Deception as the Kindest Thing As we move closer to The Time (when my mother can no longer live in her own home), it becomes clearer that honesty must cede its high throne as the measure of integrity and....
Adventures in Dementia*land: Part XI
Heroic Efforts: When Loving a Dog is Not Enough We thought that we were....
Adventures in Dementia*land: Part XI
When Loving a Dog is Not Enough We thought that we were going to move her....
Adventures in Dementia*land: Part X
The Proper Distance from a Slow Motion Train Wreck Today I learned that not only must my mother be formally served legal notice by some professional notice-server – the content of which is that she will be moved, against her will, from her....
Adventures in Dementia*land: Part IX
To Clean or Not to Clean? The woman offering my mother Meals on Wheels turns....
Adventures in Dementia*land: Part VIII
Keeping Guilt Company During this visit much has happened. And nothing has....
Adventures in Dementia*land: Part VII
The Smell of Prell: Nostalgia Comes Knocking Tonight was intended to be the last night of this visit. Though I am not really leaving first thing in the morning, this is what I told my mother. I did not want to have to saturate my clothes yet again....
Adventures in Dementia*land: Part VI
On Hideous Toe Nails and Moments of Intimacy 3 Jesus, knowing....