Mom had a good day. She found a pen, got out a word search book and looked at it. Often. She would flip through the pages and look. But, she couldn't quite remember what she was supposed to do. It was the first time in at least a year that she even showed interest in it.
Unfortunately, tonight she is counting the tissues in her purse, taking them out and folding them, and then putting them back in. She then opens her purse and sobs when she finds them there. Apparently, someone has stolen the rubber bands that were supposed to be holding the tissues together.
This disease is so fickle. Through the heartbreak, I am fascinated by how quickly it gives and then steals back.