when my mother got to the facility she was
considered highly “functional”. she was
MUCH more functional than many. she was
upset to be there. but when she was not
“lucid” she chatted happily and even played the piano. now, after her accident (she fell and broke a
hip and then had 2 strokes), she is more on the level of the lesser functional
residents. i remember in those first
days watching someone being fed, and feeling that that was far away for
her. here we are 4 months later, and she
is at that level. she still recognizes
us. i figured that since her kids were
so important to her, that there were lots and lots of neural connections
created for that, so there are still back up ones, keeping those memories.
so what’s it really like, in a facility for the memory
impaired? i’m impressed with the staff
who are so wonderful. so kind and
patient. they constantly chat with
residents. they seem to be able to see
them as the people they used to be, and to understand that they are all in the
midst of an illness now. they know
their characters. each patient is an
individual.
my mother is fairly catatonic. i say hello and sometimes she stares into space. the most she can say clearly is “yes”, “no”,
“i don’t know”. so this caregiver comes
out of her room at one point, chuckling saying “she is SO funny”. “really?”, i say. i mean, yes, she is. she’s funny and kind and wise, but how could
she tell?
i sat with my mother at lunch, feeding her. the stroke affected her right arm and her
tongue. her right arm is locked, bent in.
she had problems swallowing so she is on pureed food. she has regained a little ability with her
tongue and so is eating much better, but still puree.
i watched the other
residents. there is one woman who is
very functional, and very beautiful.
always dressed nicely, with a sweater and pearls. in september, when i
first met her, i wanted my mom to be friends with her. there is another woman, named r. who stares
into space. she is in a wheelchair and
has a doll on her lap. she has very blue
eyes, slightly almond shaped. she just
stares and stares. in september, i was
watching her sitting there like this, and then she had a visitor, an older
gentleman who may have been her husband.
she suddenly snapped out of it and jumped up to lead him by the arm to
her room. but today, she was staring into
space, in the direction of another woman, called mary. mary has long white hair, slightly wavy, and
ragged. she has a sharp intense,
wrinkled face. she was possibly
beautiful in her youth, but looks more like an evil storybook character now. she is very active and a bit aggressive. my sister calls her “scary mary”. she started yelling at r. “hey, why don’t you just look out the
window. look over there!”. but r. wasn’t really staring at her and
wasn’t responding to her either. then
mary started cursing at her. i sort of enjoyed
watching and listening to it. crazy
curse words flying. cursing and cursing
and cursing. the attendants tried to
calm her down and stop her cursing.
later, at dinner, r. was more active. a caregiver was sitting with her trying to
get her to eat. she was pushing her food
around, talking about it, talking to it, talking as if in a dream. talking nonsense. “you see, if it’s here and then i want to do
this. then they would like it...” i can’t remember exactly what she said. it as if the outer layer of rational thought, of logic,
of things making sense has been stripped away revealing a chaos
underneath. a pile of information badly
connected. how are they different from people
who are insane? i guess there are all
kinds of mental illnesses, each one with different symptoms. it is a sort of insanity...
my mother has been watching movies with my sister, so we
watched some together too. she is
engaged, and then asleep and then awake and engaged again. hard to say, but she seems to like it.
i feel badly for my mother.
mostly, i don’t want her to suffer.
she is lucky that she can be in such a nice facility where there are
caring people who want to work in a job taking care of her and people like
her. perhaps it is a blessing that she
doesn’t really understand where she is.
they say that people with diminished mental capacity aren’t necessarily
suffering. they’re not necessarily aware
of their state. they’re just hanging
out.
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