Do you ever just want to scream I want my Mommy!, rant, cry, stomp your feet, and just basically lose it? Yeah, me too.
Mom woke from a nap and didn't know who I was. I mean, there was no recognition whatsoever. She was downright frightened of me.
She hasn't known who I was for a long time, but there was always the knowledge that we were connected somehow, that I was a person who loved her and took care of her, whether she thought I was her sister or her mother. She knew me, even if she didn't know who I was.
Not this time. Let's just say my heart broke a little more.
It didn't last long, but it shows the progression of this dastardly disease.
We watched the movie "Chocolat" last night. I really enjoyed it, I hadn't seen it before. Anyway, Mom's birthday is tomorrow, so I'm going to try to cheer up by baking a chocolate something for her birthday.