"This is a story about my mom and our journey with Alzheimer’s disease."
My name is Samantha Burton, and this is a story about my mom and our journey with Alzheimer’s disease. My mom’s 76 years old. Been living on her own since dad died six years ago. She’s active, loves to be outside… gardening and walking her dog.
But I’m worried. Mom’s forgetting things. She has been for a while, and I’ve been afraid to admit it. Last week, we were at the park with the dog, and she kept asking me if we’d remembered to feed him. Every five or ten minutes… Did we feed the dog his lunch? And she’s forgetting names, dates, places. And the mood swings. She’s so irritable. It’s just not like her. She’s always been so happy and pleasant.
So I started doing some research. Looking online. I think she has Alzheimer’s disease. So I called my sister, but she thought I was just overreacting. She said mom was just getting old. I tried to tell mom one night at dinner. She got really defensive. Insisted that she was fine. And I let it go.
Then the basketball game. One of my twins plays for her high school team and mom wanted to cheer her on. Mom stood up as if to yell, but said nothing and sat back down. I think she forgot Miranda’s name. I had another talk with mom that night. I showed her this notepad that I had been keeping. I used it to write down things she’d forgotten, her bad moods. We talked for an hour. We decided to go together to see Dr. Womack, our family doctor. I’m really scared to go – but I also feel a little better. But it’s time for some answers.
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