Mom had a good day today. Her new roomie is a very sweet lady named, like many of the Sweet 17, Mary. She had a different brain bandit than mom: a virus that caused her essentially complete memory loss. She asks every single day “Why am I here?” I wish she was just a philosopher contemplating her existence or her navel, but she really doesn’t know and hasn’t known for 6+ years. She is reasonably spry, similar to mom in that regard. She talks well, but says the same things over and over, not remembering that she had said it.
Sad set of questions alert. Warning…sad set of questions alert.
Went through mom’s web accounts today. Deleting web accounts is very, very emotional. She wasn’t a fan of technology to say the least. She used to quip that the only thing she knew about a computer is that it starts with a K. Regardless, I can clearly see why they say there are two mournings with Alzheimer’s. The old mom is pretty much gone in many ways. I love the new mom too, but she is different. The intersection of Mom1 and Mom2 is gray and challenging. She doesn’t need electronics, and she sure doesn’t need some 14 year old kid in Nepal to hack her account and steal from her. But, I feel weird closing her accounts. Should I save emails? Can/should I read her email? They date back to 2007, just before her dementia diagnosis. Should I wait until after the second mourning some day? Can you compare it to a diary? Minus a miracle, she will never be better. Does that factor into the answer?
I would love your input.