It is time...

It's been quite awhile since I posted.  I just don't seem to have much to say.  Things are more of the same a few new challenges.  In talking to a couple of people, I realized that many thought that Mom was in a facility already.  She's not.  She's still at home as I try to place her.  This time, her Alzheimer's doctor is helping us. 

She just started back to day care this last week.  In the two months that she was out, no one at the facility told me that she had to have a medical release to return.  It makes sense, but it wasn't at the top of my worries at the time, and it would have been nice to have been told.  We finally got the release and Mom is going 4 days a week again.  I've spoken to a couple of the workers and Mom seems to have calmed down just a bit.  One of the aides, who Mom was especially close to, said the Mom seems to be spiraling downward.  She doesn't recognize people by sight anymore, including the aide. 

I see it in daily activities.  She rarely understands basic dialogue anymore. She saw her neurologist and he immediately commented that her language has deteriorated.  For the most part, she isn't capable of responding to simple directions.  Something as easy as asking her to wash her hands is met with confusion and frustration.  She has begun eating with her hands, even something as messy as spaghetti.  Her bathroom habits are a constant challenge and that is a major concern.  She can't do it all by herself but refuses help.  

Overall, there is nothing new that is earth shattering.  She's still hungry all of the time and is eating most everything that we put in front of her.  But, we are at the point that I can't care for her as she needs anymore.  For her sake, and ours, it's time.