Life with Mom
—-This is a story of a shared life with Mom after her diagnosis of Alzheimer’s Disease.—
April 14, 2013
My mother reads my Blog. She gets all of my posts in her email. I often ask her if she has read my latest entry. When I asked her that this morning, she said “Oh, yes, that was good. I liked it a lot.” I worry that she may have a change of heart about me writing about the topic of “Life with Mom.” So I asked her if it bothers her to always see the standing intro about “Life with Mom” with the word “Alzheimer’s.” She said it doesn’t bother her at all. So it’s all good.
I came across this “spare roll” cover a few weeks ago, and now it keeps resurfacing. I laugh quietly every time I see it because my father used to wear it. He was into wearing hats and glasses or sunglasses when he had Alzheimer’s. I mentioned the spare roll cover in an older post, but I didn’t have it when I wrote then. I didn’t even think it was still around.
When we would see him wearing it, we thought that it couldn’t be comfortable. After all, his head was bigger than a roll of toilet paper.
I love to see the dogs lounging together. When we got Averill a year ago, Merlin had been an only dog for almost 4 years. He seems to love her. She thinks he’s great too.