There followed the hardest struggle I have ever had with myself. I knew what a dreadful effect it would have upon the unstable nervous system of the mother. I felt sure that the excited family waiting in the corridor would almost certainly impoverish itself in taking the child to every orthopedist in the world whose achievements might offer a ray of hope.”
Category: silent witness
The Good Fight
One day while vsiting Mom, I got a rare glimpse into the mind of one with Alzheimer’s. “I feel like I am in a tunnel and can’t find my way back,” she said. “Are you afraid?” I asked. “No, just frustrated.” “Where do you go in the tunnel?” I prodded. “I’m with my mother.” “Why do you go to your mother’s?” “Because she knows how to fix things,” she said, tapping her forehead.
Ask Him
“May I pet him?” “Yes. of course,” the man replied. Sally stooped down roughing the little dog behind his ears. “What’s his name?” she asked. “Askhim,” he answered. Sally stopped playing with the dog. “What is his name?” she asked, not sure if she heard correctly.