Today is my birthday and I am sad. Am I thrilled about being another year older? Nope, but as they say, it is better than the alternative. I’m not throwing myself a pity party here.
Why am I sad? No card or gift from my mom. Nothing. Not even a phone call. I don’t care about not getting a gift. I have everything I need.
So you ask again, “Why are you sad, Robin?” I am sad my mom forgot my birthday because she is in the early stages of Alzheimer’s Disease. She has good days and bad days, good moments and bad moments, but she is on a spiral of decline with no eject button.
Her condition is hard on my dad. She cares for herself, makes the bed, walks the dog, etc., but forgets something he told her within minutes. For example, he said, “ We need to leave for the theater now,” and they walked out the door. One minute later when she was seated in the car she said, “Where are we going?”
Mom and Dad have been married 66 years. Dad is a patient soul and loves my mom dearly, but her memory loss is trying. He gets mad at her, and then is mad at himself for losing his patience. My sister gave him the book Living with Alzheimer’s and other Dementias to help him cope and understand why this once spirited woman is a shell of her former self.
Again, I’m not sad Mom forgot my birthday. I’m sad because there isn’t a cure and I am losing my mom.
Why didn’t Dad send a card or call? That is a topic for another pity party.
Any words of wisdom for my family in this new phase of our lives?