Jan 14
4 min read
The Hunt (My Mom’s Alzheimer’s)
It’s a Saturday morning and Mom has slept in. She has not answered my knock on the door, an increasing trend. It has become a habit for her to be resistant to getting up, regardless of how long I wait.
Hunger does not motivate her, nothing does. When I serve her breakfast in bed, it now means cleaning up bits and pieces of the food from under the covers, in the toy cat’s fur and on the floor. She eats even her favorite items…
