Whose House Is That?
Sunday lunch is a fun time around my house. After worshiping at Senior Life Community Church, a group of us gather for lunch. This lunch is always informal, and it is most often served on paper plates. Clean up is a breeze.
Momma has mid-stage Alzheimer’s, but she loves coming to my house for lunch. No matter what I serve, she will declare it to be “the best” she has ever had. I love that woman!
Recently, however, things have changed. Momma’s appetite is being drastically affected by Alzheimer’s. When Alzheimer’s advances, the brain begins telling the body it does not need to eat. It sends signals that say, “You are full. You’ve eaten enough. Don’t eat anymore.” It will also send signals that say, “You don’t need to drink anything more. Just stop.” These signals are not good for the body, and they lead to malnutrition and dehydration. Obviously, these conditions make dementia worse.
After having lunch last Sunday, Momma left with my sister to go back to her assisted living (where she LOVES living!). On the short ride home, she asked my sister, “Whose house we were just at?” This question was hard to hear. My sister was a bit surprised, but she responded, “That is Carol’s house.” My mother asked, “Do you live with her?” My sister, being the clever one, responded, “No. Michael won’t let me!” (Michael is my husband.)
I love her clever and funny response, but Momma’s declining dementia made for a sad ending to our lunch. I realize more each day how much Momma needs us to love her through her confusion, accept her where she is in space and time, and make her smile as often as possible.
Hope that gives you Something To Ponder.
Sometimes, You’ve Just Got To Laugh!