When mom asks, “who are you?” and I say, “Vicky”, she laughs and says, “that’s my daughter’s name. You look like my sister. Are you Teddy or Carmen? Ana, have you seen Mamita?”
What is this disease? It is a stealer of memories, eraser of thoughts, and scrambler of time.
I have been taking care of mom for 10 months. I take each day as a challenge, and pray for a miracle. Each day I am secretly hoping that my mom would somehow snap back into her life. Oh what a joy it would be if my mom wakes up one day cured!
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