And I guess that’s that, almost shorter than a dream and definitely of less noise

Losing someone to #alzheimers disease is so hard because it happens in so many stages, you have to mourn so many individual losses.

It’s becoming clear we’re hitting another stage with all this, although to be honest, I don’t exactly what that means. Sometimes I think we’re just adjusting to what the next few years will look like, sometimes I wonder if we’re closer along than that.

It’s such a fucked up thing to have to wonder about, and it makes it hard to answer people when they ask how my mom is doing. “I’m not sure…either recovering or dying?” Part of the “new normal” is adjusting to different (altogether far less) medicine regimen, which means figuring out which one is giving Mom the latest allergic reaction. When I went and visited yesterday, I laughed and told her that she could totally pull off being a Real Housewife of New Jersey with those lips. The hospice nurse on call gave us suggestions to help with that (and reassured us she’d be okay 'til our visit during the week).