Hope

In the last entry, I spoke about how my mom wasn't officially diagnosed with Alzheimer's, which gave me some hope that maybe she wasn't going to decline like Alzheimer patients normally would. I will just go ahead and tell you that this wasn't the case. It really was just a few weeks of me wondering hey, did my mom have a stroke maybe? Is this all it is? Maybe she's just got small blood vessels and that's all the problem really is. . .

It wasn't. It took me about 2 weeks to realize that she was really sick, and I was kidding myself. No matter what 'label' you put on my mother, she wasn't herself. She wasn't ok, and if the doctor thought she had Alzheimer's or Dementia NOS it didn't matter, because her SYMPTOMS were those of Alzheimer's.

Daily phone calls about sweepstakes winnings, finding out she was driving to casino's and having friends and co-workers call me almost daily with concern about my mother really made me confront the truth of what was going on. It was a nice thought, but it was short lived.