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Last Mother's Day, we had her over for dinner; presented her with a new outfit; and enjoyed the day with her. That will not be the case this year.
As I feared when I begged her not to have another surgery, Mother's mind has not rebounded. Instead, she sits lifelessly in her room staring blankly with the light gone from her eyes as she struggles to remember our names. She has almost completely lost her short-term memory and is now having episodic delusional episodes.
Mother always has taken pride in her personal appearance, applying her make-up every day as well as dressing immaculately. She not only does not put on make-up; she doesn't even comb her hair these days. She has stopped eating, losing more weight every day.
She also imagines people are in the room, and thinks she is at the movies watching a cinema in one of her dresser drawers. Yesterday, I asked her why she had not gone down to the beauty shop to get her hair done. She swore to me that no beauty shop existed there, even though she has been to it many, many times.
I fear she will not be with us much longer; but, frankly, I don't want her to have to live this kind of life.
