Identity Crisis (My Mom’s Alzheimer’s)
What do you do when your mother asks you for you and insist that you
are not yourself?
“Where is Dixie?” my mother asks as she looks at me.
My heart begins to sink, it is a textbook sign of dementia, but I hold on to reason as my path back to hope. Surely if I prove to her that I AM Dixie, she will realize she is speaking to me. I begin with the…