Our journey started about ten years ago. Today, my mom is dying a slow, dark, humiliating, and despicable death. Her brain is disintegrating before my eyes. The eyes that remember seeing her for the first time when I was three years old, sitting on the floor playing at her feet while she ironed. The day I begin to write this, my mom, for the first time, does not know who I am. I’m no longer her daughter, Jenny. Today, in her utterly confused mind, I am Betty, her non-existent sister. But it’s okay because she still told me she loved me, and for today, that’s good enough.
Format
Kindle Edition
Release
April 23, 2019
The Thief That Stole My Mom: Our Story of Crossing into Dementia
Our journey started about ten years ago. Today, my mom is dying a slow, dark, humiliating, and despicable death. Her brain is disintegrating before my eyes. The eyes that remember seeing her for the first time when I was three years old, sitting on the floor playing at her feet while she ironed. The day I begin to write this, my mom, for the first time, does not know who I am. I’m no longer her daughter, Jenny. Today, in her utterly confused mind, I am Betty, her non-existent sister. But it’s okay because she still told me she loved me, and for today, that’s good enough.