Tuesday, December 18, 2001
Just got a call from Angela, who is assessing my Mother’s abilities at the hospital. The prognosis is not good.
Angela has diagnosed apraxia, which essentially means that Mom’s voluntary movements are significantly impaired and confused. In addition Mom is continually disoriented, and no longer seems to know where she is, or when it is.
Apparently my mother also now thinks that I am dead, killed by a flock of geese. I mentioned to Angela where this likely came from: I had told Mom when she was lucid last Wednesday that I was heading to a friend’s funeral, and that along the way we were stopping by Jenny’s place, who has a bunch of ducks and geese which Vanessa loves to see. Sad to see how this has all become muddled in my Mother’s mind.
Her condition is definitely not improving, and seems only to have gotten worse, possibly much worse. When she is released – which will not likely be before the holidays – it looks like assisted nursing in her own home is no longer an option. Not surprising, but the hope was there...
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