I'm trying to find the humor in it, but there are times when uncovering a reason to smile is harder than others.
She wanted to ask me something.
"Is anybody living in my old house where I used to live?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Who?" she inquired.
"Nathan..." she repeated, "And who is Nathan again?"
"He's your grandson," I reminded her, but she still didn't remember. Instead she asked who he belonged to and said it's because she doesn't see him very often... except that she does.
The doctor doesn't think she has Alzheimer's. He says that mini strokes are more likely the culprit, but I'm not even sure what that means. Is there no medication to combat these mini strokes? If not, it may as well be Alzheimer's because it appears we're headed in the same direction. I'm not sure where it's taking us, I only know we're going there.
Tomorrow she will have forgotten all about not knowing her own grandson. He'll probably walk in the door, say "Hi Grandma!" and give her a hug, and she'll remember him just fine... or at least pretend she does.
Somehow, I'm not finding it funny. Maybe I'm just looking at it from the wrong perspective.
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