I was talking to Mom’s nurse today and she was telling me I should write some of the things her and dad say down. Little did she know…..
Mom: Where are we?
Me: At home.
Mom: No we aren’t.
Me: Yes, this is my/our house.
Mom: No this is not your house.
Me: Okay, then where are we?
Mom: I don’t know but you need to take me home now.
That conversation took place sitting in the living room. Now, to some it may sound pathetic, or even sad.
To me it was funny. Because she was so adamant that we were not at home, and I was just lying through my teeth to her that we were at home. I was smiling, she was smiling, but oh so confused.
Right before that, we had this conversation when I took them their breakfast:
Dad: Oh you are an angel.
Mom: This is… tells me dad’s full name.
Me: I think we’ve met before. (smiling)
Mom: Oh you have? Good.
Me: Yes, we’ve met a few times before.
Mom: Wait, how, he just got here?
Needless to say, mom’s been in her own reality today. I hope that one of these days they can find out what causes this stupid disease. Even if they can’t cure it, at least find something to make things easier on the caregiver, and to make the patient have a more productive, comfortable end of life.