The Longest Stroke-Dementia Road To Somewhere Journal

January 27, 2019 Sunday “A Crooked Day, Made Straight!”

Sunday morning, Mother awoke and was not sure if she was in her house or another’s. She complained that she couldn't find her clothes. I asked, if she had checked her closet and showed her the closet. It never occurred to her to look anywhere for her clothes and not even her closet. She had been away far too long and the stroke had indeed change things more than I had imagined. Also, I assumed she had gotten used to me laying out her clothes for her, daily.

When she came into her kitchen, I suggested she should make her own breakfast. I needed to see if she was still capable of making breakfast or would try to use her stove. The stove as of now had become a no no. Before the stroke and even with Dementia, she’d still cook meals. She proceeded to make breakfast, she went into her refrigerator and brought out bread, orange juice and got a bowl from the cabinet. As she sat down to make her breakfast, she placed a cookie on top of a slice of bread and proceeded to pour orange juice in an empty bowl. It was at this moment, I regretted not having her to make her own breakfast at home with me especially after she became more mobile after the stroke. When you know better you do better! I had no clue. Much of what I learned about stroke victims was learned at the rehabilitation…