“Did my mother pass away?” It was a poignant question my mom posed as we sat together in her hospital room, during the fifth or sixth day of her struggle against antibiotic-resistant E. coli. This moment also marked approximately 1,200 days into her slow slide into dementia, a condition that had eroded even her most cherished memories.
I inhaled sharply. For a fleeting instant, my instinct was to reassure her, to say, “No, she’s okay. We’ll visit her when you’re out.” How could I shield her from the anguish of that painful reality? Yet, the look in her eyes suggested she already sensed the truth. Somewhere within the fractured landscape of her mind, she was aware enough to ask the question, seeking clarity amidst the disarray.
That evening, I gently explained about her mother and others she had loved and lost. Even after witnessing the relentless transformation dementia wrought upon my mother over the years, I felt like I was now her companion navigating the foggy realms of confusion that were encroaching on her.
The Dixie Chicks and the Journey of Connection
The Dixie Chicks have a song that beautifully encapsulates the shifting dynamics between parents and their children facing dementia:
And I will try to connect
All the pieces you left
I will carry it on
And let you forget
And I’ll remember the years
When your mind was clear
How the laughter and life
Filled up this silent house
Connecting those pieces has been an arduous journey for me. Like so many others, I believe my mom is extraordinary. I smile knowingly as I admit my struggle, realizing I’m not alone in this fight; countless others have walked this path before me, and I’m only now beginning to recognize them.
Lessons Learned
Reflecting on this experience, I’ve discovered profound lessons. For one, the depth of love is immeasurable. My mother has been a mother, mentor, confidante, and the one who has always forged ahead, reaching back to guide me. The complex blend of love and pain that accompanies this description of her is almost too much to bear, and I find myself pushing those feelings deep down until numbness sets in. I’m terrified of the approaching tide that threatens to engulf me. I can see it looming, and in moments like this in the hospital, I feel it closing in, knowing that she will be swept away, and I… I will drown.
“Did my mother pass away?” No, she’s okay. Now, I walk ahead of her, reaching back to help her navigate, swiftly, before the tide comes in.
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Conclusion
In summary, this journey through dementia and its challenges has taught me invaluable lessons about love and loss. As I continue to support my mother, I realize the importance of connection and remembrance in the face of overwhelming change.