“Carol, I can’t find my car keys anywhere, and I don’t have any money!”
“Mom….You haven’t driven for quite a while. You sold your car, remember? What do you need money for?”
“Well….I need to drive to the grocery store. There’s nothing in the house to eat.”
“Okay, Mom. What do you need?”
“I need bread, milk, and lemonade. And money. I have no money.”
“Mom, I promise to come tomorrow and bring you bread, milk and lemonade. And money. You sound tired, Mom. It’s 8:30. Why don’t you go to sleep. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll come tomorrow. Promise.”
“But my hair! It got wet when I showered.”
“It’s okay, Mom. Tomorrow is Thursday and Annie will be in the beauty shop. She’ll come and pick you up and wheel you down there. She’ll wash and set it for you.”
“Okay. Will you pick me up? I can’t find my keys.”
She had been doing so well. She has no need for groceries. Her three meals are served to her in the facility's beautiful dining room. And there is no need for money. They are discouraged to have any. She's forgotten where she is again. We hadn’t seen signs of dementia for some time. Not like this. And here it was rearing its ugly head once again. How long would it last this time?
Thursday. Head to the grocery store to get bread, milk and lemonade. Don’t forget the money. Sigh.
Then I headed straight to Wendy's. “Please let this work, God. Please. Just one more time."
When I arrived, there was Mom, hair freshly ‘coiffed’, sitting on the sofa. "Oh, you're here! Did you find my keys?".
“Mom……how about a Frosty?” She smiled. Thank you, God. And Wendy's!