Today Monday, after a while at work, my cell phone rang and broke again. I checked the number. It was my uncle next door to my hometown. At first I thought I had the wrong number, but then I thought I would call back, because at the end of last year, I was at home for no reason and suspected that the old couple had stolen her water cloak and swore for several days. Later, when I went home and my aunt next door told me about it, I left my phone number to my uncle and told them not to argue with my mother, because my mother was already in the first stage of Alzheimer's disease, manifested in paranoia, near forgetfulness and time disorder. If my mother is deranged again, call me, get through and hang up, and I'll call him back. Sure enough, the phone was connected, and my uncle said that my mother was cursing at home again, still saying that the old couple were thieves and stole from her.
I told my uncle not to be angry and not to quarrel with my mother. I called my third uncle and asked him to pick up my mother. As a result, my third uncle was not at home, so I called the eldest cousin of my second uncle, who said that he would start to pick up my mother right away. After the arrangement, I called my uncle next door to appease their excitement again.
Alzheimer's disease, commonly known as Alzheimer's disease, suffered from the disease after my grandmother had a stroke. I always said she inherited it from her grandmother. I do not know whether it is really inherited, or long-term self-suggestion, coupled with the stimulation of my father's death, I am still doomed. There is no possibility of a cure for this disease. Taking Donepezil can theoretically delay the deterioration of the disease, but doctors are not optimistic about how far it can be delayed. There is also a lot of information on the Internet about repairing brain nerves to cure Alzheimer's disease, but experts in regular hospitals say it's bullshit.
Synthesizing all kinds of information, I have basically determined my future life, that is, the real version of the popular TV series "Hey, Old Man", and my mother is more difficult to deal with than the old man in the TV series, because she lives in her own world all her life. Unlike the old man who subconsciously knows to cherish his son, my mother cherishes herself in this life. From the beginning of memory, I am not an open-minded person. Whenever I quarrel with people, my heart will be depressed for several days. If I came back from school and saw her chanting while doing this, I would know that she had quarreled with someone again today. In my eyes, farming is really capable, so the father who is a teacher is useless in her eyes, and I, who is not good at farm work, is useless in her eyes. Her father was unable to communicate with her, so he was silent. After I went to high school in the city, I didn't like to go home. Later, when the conditions were better, my mentality was much better. I often came to my house to borrow money. I was also eager to help others, but I often helped others. I liked to say that in the end, my merits and demerits offset each other, and most of the neighbors did not like her. just because my father has been enthusiastic about helping the neighbors for many years, I am still respected on the surface. After my father's illness, I didn't know how to take care of her. I still felt sorry for myself all day and was full of tears, saying how much I worried about my father. Father died of illness, I feel sorry for myself to the limit, once violent and unreasonable, so that family and friends can not bear! I explain to you: it takes the ability to love someone. I just lack the ability to love, so she has been living herself all these years, and we have indulged her self. I didn't take good care of my father, not because I didn't care, but because I was incompetent. We have to forgive her.
My father predicted several things before he died, and they all came true after he left, and my mother's dementia is one of them. The father said: "Mom must be senile dementia in the future, and her dementia performance is different from ordinary people. Generally, dementia is unknown. Mom's dementia is manic." I have four brothers and two sisters. She is the youngest daughter. It is said that she has been grumpy and wayward around her grandmother since she was a child. Because of my temper, I am self-willed even if I have dementia. But I did suffer a lot in my life. She said she worked hard for 8 years in the production team at the age of 14, married at the age of 22, and didn't even get married. At that time, my family was very poor because my grandfather was still a rightist. It was not easy to bring us up. After a few years of good life, my father died of illness. Although we took her everywhere and played everywhere, I would habitually say, "it's a pity that your father is gone, otherwise it would be fun to bring your father to play!" Perhaps it is because of this regret that I have always been immersed in self-pity. My father has been gone for three years, and my mother's Alzheimer's disease is solid. The trouble is that now she doesn't think she's out of her mind. If she asks her to come to Yangzhou, she refuses to say that she is at ease in her hometown; hire her a babysitter, but she won't let her either, saying that she is in good health and can grow two mu of land. why do you need to be waited on? But it's impossible for me to stay at home with her when I'm not at work. When I'm not at home, she will make a short circuit every now and then, quarrel with this and scold with that, and then I'll go back and say hello one by one. Fortunately, my uncle's house is close, and my third uncle, eldest cousin and second aunt can pacify and take care of my mother from time to time. The third uncle said that he had discussed with his third aunt, and when my mother's illness became more serious, he would take me to live with them. If so, it would be a great help to me. It is not easy to take care of Alzheimer's patients, and outsiders will certainly not devote themselves to it. Now that my third aunt works as a babysitter in Shanghai, she has the experience of taking care of patients, coupled with years of kinship, and my third uncle is still my mother's own brother, so I can feel at ease.
There is no cure for Alzheimer's disease, and the care and comfort of loved ones should make the patient quieter. I suddenly remembered that at the beginning of my father's death, I was manic, overbearing and unreasonable, and even my younger brother would not let go of anyone who was scolded. I was also in a hurry. I made up a white lie, saying that my father told me on my deathbed: "after I leave, you must take good care of the allowance for the survivors of * *, *. You are better off financially, so you should give your mother pocket money regularly." As soon as I heard that my father cared so much about her, she immediately became normal. Only then did I realize that my mother's fury was still hard to go. It was her father's departure that made her feel guilty and felt that she owed her father, and my father not only understood her, but also properly arranged the things after her, so that she had a sense of support, so I was relieved. Over the past three years, all the functions of my mother are slowly getting old, and maybe the demons have sneaked out again, so whenever I go to a scenic spot, I will say that if my father comes to play, it will be very interesting! From this point of view, maybe my illness is getting worse in the future, I don't remember anything, and I have become a "little orange". Maybe it's a kind of redemption!
Hey, mom, I wish you didn't have dementia!
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