Category Archives: Dementia*land

Adventures in Dementia*land: Part XIV (final)

Just How Did You Get Her There From Here? So she ended up in Wonderful Place Number One (as far as these places can be wonderful). But she was still super far away. We knew that it would be best … Continue reading

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Adventures in Dementia*land: Part XIII

When A Tree Lands On Your House So, after consulting wise people whose profession requires them to know this stuff, we decided to follow the guidance of deception as kindness. Whatever we did, we were not going to tell her … Continue reading

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Adventures in Dementia*land: Part XII

Click here for previous post in this series. Deception as the Kindest Thing As we move closer to The Time (when my mother can no longer live in her own home), it becomes clearer that honesty must cede its high … Continue reading

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Adventures in Dementia*land: Part XI

Heroic Efforts: When Loving a Dog is Not Enough We thought that we were going to move her last summer. But then there was a court hearing. Much to our surprise, when she was served with notice that she could … Continue reading

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Adventures in Dementia*land: Part XI

When Loving a Dog is Not Enough We thought that we were going to move her last summer. But then there was a court hearing. Much to our surprise, when she was served with notice that she could object to … Continue reading

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Adventures in Dementia*land: Part X

The Proper Distance from a Slow Motion Train Wreck Today I learned that not only must my mother be formally served legal notice by some professional notice-server – the content of which is that she will be moved, against her … Continue reading

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Adventures in Dementia*land: Part IX

To Clean or Not to Clean? The woman offering my mother Meals on Wheels turns out to have learned trombone from my father, who gave her a scholarship to attend music camp. The administrative assistant at the law firm we … Continue reading

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Adventures in Dementia*land: Part VIII

Keeping Guilt Company During this visit much has happened. And nothing has happened. During this visit I I vacuumed her living room floor. Or part of the floor. The visible part. I cleared out a bathroom that hasn’t been used … Continue reading

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Adventures in Dementia*land: Part VI

On Hideous Toe Nails and Moments of Intimacy   3 Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, 4 got up from the table, took off … Continue reading

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Adventures in Dementia*land: Part V

When What Dementia Takes Away Is a Good Thing One of the gifts of dementia and memory loss is that traumatic things can be largely forgotten. And it’s not just that the event is forgotten, but even the emotional residue. … Continue reading

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