Gaining perspective is hard when you live with your mother in a hell hole (her phrase, not mine). It is hard for the one WITH Alzheimer’s and it is hard for the one who is the caregiver. But on a bad day (one that involves a broken hip and rehab), gaining perspective can be near impossible. Below is an excerpt from my journal. You will learn about a VERY unfortunate perspective my mother and I got sucked into, and a saint named Angie who gave us hope and saved our lives.
April 21, 2013
A woman named Angie hobbled into my mother’s rehab room today. She’s been a short-term resident in the unit for about a month. Slightly disabled since birth, with arms and hands very different from my own, she has a keen mind and big heart, both brighter and bigger than most I have experienced. This heart is what led her to visit my ailing mother most every day.
In this visit we came to learn