9am: RING. Uhoh-- Nana calling during Mass time, she is not having a good morning.
"Hi Mom-- How are you?"
" I'm feeling a little punk."
(We review symptoms, and agree a little tea and toast will make things better.)
9:10am: RING.
"Hi Mom"
"Hi Nance-- I'm feeling a little punk"
"Have you called for tea and toast?"
"Oh, yeah, they are bringing it in right now"
"OK, eat up and I will see you at 11:30"
"All right, I will see you then."
I arrive at 11:30, and she is dressed and feeling better. We head downstairs to the "Bistro", where we have lunch with two of her friends. We talk about the snowy weather, and the ladies reminisce about the big storms they faced when they were younger. I mention one of our childhood neighbors, and Nana shares stories about the great times we had, needing no help in straightening out the facts (yay!) I left at 1pm, feeling pretty good about how she was doing.
Thirty minutes later, the phone rang.
"Nancy, did I call you this morning?"
"Yup, and then we had lunch. Remember?"
"We DID? I don't remember that!" I reviewed what we ate, and who we spoke to, and she said she remembered.... but I am not sure that's true... But when we hung up, she sounded more upbeat. I left my phone at home and ran a few errands.
Returning to the house, I check my phone. Four missed calls. The phone rings again. The next call is the most painful.
"Hi Nance-- Could you make me a doctor's appointment? My Alzheimers is getting worse today, so I think I need some new medicine to fix it."
"Mom, you are on all the medicines. They haven't come up with a medicine that fixes this yet."
"So, I'm just going to get worse, until I just fade away?"
"The scientists are working hard for a cure; but right now, they don't have an answer. I'm sorry."
"Oh....." Silence. "Well, Fish."
I agree, Mom. FISH.
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