So, mama has Parkinson’s and dementia. She was diagnosed less than a year ago, and the progression has been startling. Less than two years ago, she was working full time. Now, she can’t take care of herself.
I wish I knew what she thinks about. I wish I knew if she’s scared. I wish I could help her more.
Mama was crying when I left her a few minutes ago. She couldn’t tell me why. She said that she doesn’t know what to do.
I know why I was crying when I left mama. It’s all so very sad. And like mama, I have no idea what to do.