Originally posted by Parallax My mother died of it in 2008. The absolute worst time for the patient is the period in the progression when they are aware that they have it.
Mom doesn't seem to know, or is in denial of it.
Originally posted by robtcorl My mom passed in 2003, but not from her dementia.
She always seemed to know me, and I accepted the fact that she could possibly be in a better place, worry free.
Mom knows who I am, as well as my sister, my (dirtbag) brother, my niece, and her younger sister, who also has this horrible disease.
During the assessment yesterday, mom did very well with spacial cognition, but not so much with short term memory. The doctor's assistant did the first one, and after he left she asked me how she did.
Mistakenly I told her that she aced some of it, and failed some.
What I should have said was she did as expected, neither well, nor poorly.
But she forgot it all in short order.
She also gets very indignant when the word dementia is used.
"I don't have dementia!", she says.
She doesn't understand that dementia doesn't mean anything bad, or that it is only a word that the medical community has chosen to describe her mental state of mind.
The toughest part for me will be the slow progression. This disease doesn't end ones life abruptly like cardiovascular disease. I remember when her father had it. It seemed to go on forever.