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Staffing
was incredibly short at the nursing home. Maxine desperately wished she could
hire a personal nurse to be with her mother twenty-four-seven when she was not there. Maxine took off her cardigan and placed it over the
chair back.
“Here, Mom, I brought you your favorite. Pecan
Danish.”
“Oh, joy!” Dora clasped her hands together. “I don’t
know who you are but thank you so much.”
Maxine’s eyes stung with hot tears. Even though she’d
called her “Mom” a few times since entering the room, Dora had forgotten. Her
mom had seen better days. She wasn’t always pleasantly confused. There were
some days when she was more lucid.
The trouble with her mom’s dementia diagnosis was that
it was nonspecific. Some people with dementia could get confused and be unable
to remember names or places while others were impaired in their daily living
routines. But it was the change in personality and her mom’s social behavior
that made Maxine seek help initially.
She was glad she did when she did. Her mother’s
behavior was becoming out of control at home and after neighbors found her
climbing the tree outside their apartment building in the middle of the night
things had turned for the worse. She was taken in to the local hospital.
Still, Dora had good days and Maxine was well aware
that dementia was treatable but the one shred of hope she held on to was that
it was also reversible .
“Maxine, good to see you today.” Dr. Branson walked
into the room with a chart in his hand.
“Oh, hi there.” Maxine spun her head around after
wiping the teardrop off her cheek.
“Are you all right?”
“Oh, I’m good thanks. Just
tired.”
“She’s such a sweetie, you know,” Dora chimed with her
mouth full of pastry. “She is a good servant. Look what she prepared for me in
the kitchen. I should give her a raise.”
Dr. Branson smiled at Dora. “Well, Dora, I think
you’re very lucky to have Maxine here. I don’t think she’s a servant, though.
She’s a wonderful daughter.”
“Oh?” Dora looked surprised at first. She looked at
Maxine, then back to Dr. Branson, then shrugged and finished eating her Danish
pastry, licking her fingers.
“Dora, I’m just going to speak with your daughter for
a moment. Is that okay?”
“Yes, please don’t mind me. I’m off to visit my friend
soon.”
Dr. Branson nodded and guided Maxine outside to the
hallway. “How long has she been like this? All night?” Maxine asked concerned.
“I thought she was getting better with the new medication.”
“Oh, she is, Maxine. It’s just that at times, your
mother would regress to an earlier stage but we’re monitoring the situation very
closely.”
“Oh, good.”
“Listen, I don’t mean to pry, but how are you doing?”
“Oh, I’m…okay. I just had a moment there when she
didn’t know me again.” Maxine felt a lump in her throat. Her mother had days
when she would acknowledge her as her daughter but unfortunately today wasn’t
one of them.
“I know it can be hard. I just noticed you looked deep
in thought there. For the past few weeks you’d been on cloud nine.”
“On cloud nine?”
Was it
that obvious? That I had Lucas on my mind, fantasizing about him the whole
time? Oh, how embarrassing. I must have looked like a complete idiot. And Lucas
doesn’t even know I exist! He’s probably thinking about some other woman every
waking minute.
“Well, maybe I should clarify what I mean by cloud
nine,” he said adjusting his specs. “It’s like someone in love,” he joked to
her. “Not that it’s any of my business, of course. I just want to see all my
patients and my patient’s families happy. Especially when we see you in here
almost every day without fail. As I’ve said before, it’s wonderful what you’re
doing but you need to give yourself a break. You don’t want to burn yourself
out. Then what good will that do for your mother?”
“You’re right, Dr. Branson. I just…” really need
was incredibly short at the nursing home. Maxine desperately wished she could
hire a personal nurse to be with her mother twenty-four-seven when she was not there. Maxine took off her cardigan and placed it over the
chair back.
“Here, Mom, I brought you your favorite. Pecan
Danish.”
“Oh, joy!” Dora clasped her hands together. “I don’t
know who you are but thank you so much.”
Maxine’s eyes stung with hot tears. Even though she’d
called her “Mom” a few times since entering the room, Dora had forgotten. Her
mom had seen better days. She wasn’t always pleasantly confused. There were
some days when she was more lucid.
The trouble with her mom’s dementia diagnosis was that
it was nonspecific. Some people with dementia could get confused and be unable
to remember names or places while others were impaired in their daily living
routines. But it was the change in personality and her mom’s social behavior
that made Maxine seek help initially.
She was glad she did when she did. Her mother’s
behavior was becoming out of control at home and after neighbors found her
climbing the tree outside their apartment building in the middle of the night
things had turned for the worse. She was taken in to the local hospital.
Still, Dora had good days and Maxine was well aware
that dementia was treatable but the one shred of hope she held on to was that
it was also reversible .
“Maxine, good to see you today.” Dr. Branson walked
into the room with a chart in his hand.
“Oh, hi there.” Maxine spun her head around after
wiping the teardrop off her cheek.
“Are you all right?”
“Oh, I’m good thanks. Just
tired.”
“She’s such a sweetie, you know,” Dora chimed with her
mouth full of pastry. “She is a good servant. Look what she prepared for me in
the kitchen. I should give her a raise.”
Dr. Branson smiled at Dora. “Well, Dora, I think
you’re very lucky to have Maxine here. I don’t think she’s a servant, though.
She’s a wonderful daughter.”
“Oh?” Dora looked surprised at first. She looked at
Maxine, then back to Dr. Branson, then shrugged and finished eating her Danish
pastry, licking her fingers.
“Dora, I’m just going to speak with your daughter for
a moment. Is that okay?”
“Yes, please don’t mind me. I’m off to visit my friend
soon.”
Dr. Branson nodded and guided Maxine outside to the
hallway. “How long has she been like this? All night?” Maxine asked concerned.
“I thought she was getting better with the new medication.”
“Oh, she is, Maxine. It’s just that at times, your
mother would regress to an earlier stage but we’re monitoring the situation very
closely.”
“Oh, good.”
“Listen, I don’t mean to pry, but how are you doing?”
“Oh, I’m…okay. I just had a moment there when she
didn’t know me again.” Maxine felt a lump in her throat. Her mother had days
when she would acknowledge her as her daughter but unfortunately today wasn’t
one of them.
“I know it can be hard. I just noticed you looked deep
in thought there. For the past few weeks you’d been on cloud nine.”
“On cloud nine?”
Was it
that obvious? That I had Lucas on my mind, fantasizing about him the whole
time? Oh, how embarrassing. I must have looked like a complete idiot. And Lucas
doesn’t even know I exist! He’s probably thinking about some other woman every
waking minute.
“Well, maybe I should clarify what I mean by cloud
nine,” he said adjusting his specs. “It’s like someone in love,” he joked to
her. “Not that it’s any of my business, of course. I just want to see all my
patients and my patient’s families happy. Especially when we see you in here
almost every day without fail. As I’ve said before, it’s wonderful what you’re
doing but you need to give yourself a break. You don’t want to burn yourself
out. Then what good will that do for your mother?”
“You’re right, Dr. Branson. I just…” really need
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