The Progression of Dementia on the Family

As my 72 year old mother was diagnosed with Dementia  in the Spring of 2016, our lives have certainly gone on a roller coaster ride. Sure life is not perfect and dealing with family members with illnesses makes those challenges only that more difficult. However, you would assume as we are family, that we would stick together through the thick and thin and be there for each other. Well you may as well take everything my parents taught us and throw it out the window. My oldest sister who is in her fifties, a university graduate, married to an intelligent man with his own business, with my sister’s own mother-in-law fighting Dementia, but she has completely blocked all the rest of us Morgan women out of her life. She will not say a word to our mother.

Even though there are days my mother does not know my name, I still love her to pieces. She gave me live, she became my mother, when my birth mother walked away. Sure I have days where she gets on my last nerve, like tonight I brought some Benadryl for my hives and came in the back door and placed it on the kitchen counter under the phone. When I turned from my room it was gone. I know the only person to move my stuff is my mom, but with her memory gone in some aspects, she did not remember where she had them, At least my father was able to find them.

I have a tear down my face because one day she might have to go to a care facility and I will no longer be able to spend day in and day out with her, sit and watch Law & Order, or cuddling in bed. I might be 28 but I still like my cuddles. When I am at home, I am always around her, even if she is cooking in the kitchen or cleaning in the bathroom. I enjoy helping her to, although right now with my bad leg that makes it hard.

We all have days when we lose our temper with my mother, I am just always quick to apologize although the majority of times she does not remember us fighting, I do my best to remind myself that she is my mom first of all, she just happens to have dementia, but I love her!



Author: Katiejane

I am 28 years old, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. I was adopted at the age of two due to being born premature with a brain condition unknown as Hydrocephalus. Today, I continue to battle both physical and mental health issues, but in my spare time I blog about my journey in life for others to read. All you can do is take life one day at a time. Nothing more, nothing less.

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