Eleven years ago today, I was sitting by her side in the hospital, holding her hand, watching her resting comfortably. I had just met with the neurosurgeon who told me the causes behind her confusion. I didn't know how to break the news to her, nor did I know if she would even remember. A… Continue reading Sweet pink memories of mom
Tag: Dementia
Chalkfest 2018 – Dementia Friendly Eau Claire County
Children of all ages love to draw with chalk. Do we ever outgrow that love? We end up growing up and leave the chalk drawing days behind us, that is until we're given the opportunity to play again and draw again. Chalkfest 2018 in Eau Claire was a first time experience for me, as well… Continue reading Chalkfest 2018 – Dementia Friendly Eau Claire County
Clocking it up to pain – dementia, and rib pain
Holy smokes, where did the time go? Is it Wednesday already? Just hearing myself wonder where the time goes reminds me of how each day blurs together when I'm in healing mode. I'm feeling lazy because I can't do everything I want to do. Kind of like how my mom acted years back, she wasn't… Continue reading Clocking it up to pain – dementia, and rib pain
How my red helmet helps me feel like a kid again
As we age, we all crave feeling like a kid again. It's hard to do when we're mostly worried about our aging health and the dreaded onset of dementia. But, we can do two things to ward off the onset of dementia. Exercise and eat a well-balanced diet. And, we can have fun doing both… Continue reading How my red helmet helps me feel like a kid again
Sleep and brain health – youth pay attention
If it is going to happen to me, a sleepless night usually presents itself a couple of days before the full moon, not a day after the full moon. As I stand here typing away, I feel weak and shaky from my lack of sleep. I'm laughing at my clumsiness, or should I confess more so… Continue reading Sleep and brain health – youth pay attention
My spring memory garden
If she were here today, I'd ask her to join me in a cup of coffee, no froth on our cups either, we loved to drink it black. We'd sit together and laugh, and catch up, and share what was new in our lives. Mom had an opinion to share, a quirk to chuckle about, or… Continue reading My spring memory garden