I really feel in my heart that Dementia or Alzheimer's disease are the worse diseases a loved one can have. At least with cancer, you know somewhat how to treat it. With Dementia, you play a guessing game every day and there is no way to cure it or make it better. The way you deal with it usually determines the outcome. I chose to write this blog about Grandma. Although some think I am making fun of her, I am not. I am making fun of the disease! I have to laugh to keep from crying. And I laugh a lot with Grandma because I never know what to expect.
Saturday, I woke up with this awful feeling in my stomach that Grandma had lost her teeth again. I was at my mother's house and everyone was still asleep. I got up and went to her house and found her looking around. On my way, I had picked up gravy and biscuits -- her favorite. I told her I had extra, but she was visibly upset about loosing her teeth. So, I checked all the places that I would think a dementia patient would hide their teeth. It is really hard to think like a dementia patient! Think about that last sentence and it will come to you slowly.
Anyway, I found her teeth on top of the fridge in a coffee cup. Now, you have to realize, I have not told Grandma who I am at this point. She came running from the kitchen and said the most beautiful words I could have ever heard, "Oh, Carole Anne, you found them." She remembered my name, and I cried.
Hopefully, more tomorrow.... The story of how I got in trouble with Grandma and had to repent.