And in today's developments in Alzheimer-land, "What is your name?" asks mother. I respond, "Mary Smith". "Smith? That is my name," she responds. "Yes," I say, " I am your daughter." Her response was a facial expression that said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Today, I blame the heat, dehydration, changing weather. I'll blame anything but the disease.
This has happened before, of course, but this is the first time episodes have occurred so close together. Tears are available but cannot be allowed to fall freely. Not time for tears. Yet.
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