I’ve been up in Oregon for a week and a half with my mom while she’s in the hospital with Dementia. We’ve found an assisted living facility for her. We hope to move her in tomorrow. Being in the hospital is very confusing for her, and I hope she begins to feel better in the new space.
One thing that’s been illuminated for me is how grateful I am to have a healthy mind. My thinking is very clear. I’m not experiencing any delusions or hallucinations or confusion. I’m able to easily get myself places. It’s simple for me to make decisions. I can take care of myself. It’s become very clear to me that these experiences aren’t a given. My mom has lost her healthy mind. She’s aware of this loss and it’s very hard for her. It’s like her mind is a storm of confusion.
I sit with my mom and I’m patient and loving with her. It’s hard to see her struggling for a sense of peace of mind. My being there gives her some relief, but not enough. It breaks and expands my heart at the same time.