by Beth Whitman
In actuality, it was more than a year. I’m not sure how much more than a year, but that’s irrelevant.
Caring for someone with Alzheimer’s is a little like living in the movie Groundhog Day. It is the same thing, over and over. There are little shifts, little realizations, little connections made, and sometimes huge acts of desperation and frustration. But every day the reset button is pushed, and you start it all over again.
With my mom, the visible evidence of the reset button was her ritual response to me whenever I did something for her.
“You’re wonderful!” she would say.
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