I just spent two and a half hours in the Alzheimer's ward, 100 Hall, where I have my mother. Not as much fun as in the past.
"Fun"? How could a visit to an Alzheimer's ward be fun?
There are times when you can joke with the patients. One lady is always trying to come on to ANY man in the place. An orderly came in one morning, smiling, saying "HI" to all the folks there. He was making their day. He came to this one woman, turned and she patted his butt. You would have thought he was a Chip-n-Dales dancer the way she smiled!
Yeah, you can have fun. Yeah, she has hit on me too. "Not enough of me to go around, sweetheart!", popped out of my mouth. Don't know where it came from, but it got a laugh from the patients and the staff. The lady has not left me alone since.
Somethings they do remember.
Today was different. I do not know yet what it was. That my mother remembers me is a surprise. She has pretty much forgotten my sisters. For that, I am sorry.
I sometimes wonder if we really know as much as we think about this disease. To be glad someone has it is cruel, (George Clooney), to wish it on someone, unthinkable, to me.
I hope my next visit can brighten someone's day a bit more.