Now that we have moved Mom into a small board-and-care place, it seems she has left that last plateau for good and is on the long (or hopefully short) slide downhill. She can't remember anything, doesn't want to try to remember anything. She doesn't want to try and move around, walk outside, even walk to the next room. She complains about being bored and having no one to talk to and yet she refuses to talk to anyone at the house.
It's frustrating for her, of course, and depressing and frightening. For us kids, it's mostly sad and frustrating. We bought her a cell phone, one designed specifically for old people (called Jitterbug) and it is incredibly easy to use. No matter how many times we show her how to use it, no matter that she has to push two buttons to make a call, she is incapable of even doing that 50% of the time.
What will happen, we have no idea. I drive to Sacramento on Fridays, usually, because it's my day off. Two hours of driving there, two back and Mom is only good for about an hour visit. After that she spaces out or says she is too tired. It's exhausting for everyone.
Hope I die before I get that old. That's all I have to say on that.
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