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poliphiloMy mother and I were watching a documentary about dementia last night. I didn't think she'd register what was going on- and I was right, she didn't. A lot of the people featured knew there was something wrong with them, but my mother doesn't. We've never had her condition diagnosed and I can't see the point; we don't need a doctor to confirm what we already know. Besides, she's perfectly happy- happier, so far as I can tell, than she was a year ago.
I was talking to our next door neighbour yesterday afternoon. Her mother- who lives in Maine- has dementia too. They recently had a phone conversation that went something like this.
Mother: I broke my leg.
Neighbour. I know. I spent the summer looking after you. Don't you remember?
Mother: No.
I was talking to our next door neighbour yesterday afternoon. Her mother- who lives in Maine- has dementia too. They recently had a phone conversation that went something like this.
Mother: I broke my leg.
Neighbour. I know. I spent the summer looking after you. Don't you remember?
Mother: No.
