Some days are just worse than all the others. I’ve become quite used to being asked the same question 10 times in the space of 5 mins (on a good day), or being accused of taking something thanks to paranoia (I say something because she’s got no idea what she thinks she’s missing).
But sometimes it can be the small things that turn me into a crumbling mess. Small things like forgetting my name, my birthday. Mostly it’s when she’s holding a frame with a photo of a little girl (me) and asking me who it is?
Sometimes I’m so angry with it all….this disease. It’s erased the person I once knew and respected.
This is a part of life when you care for a mum with Alzheimers!!!!!!