It's White Christmas Time:"Do You Love Me?"
Huffington Post - about 1 year
My 91 year old mother, Anita, and I, are in the TV room with Tema, one of my mother's Caregivers who has been with us for ten years and who is eight months pregnant with her second daughter. They are in the two big armchairs and I am nudged in between them in a chair from the dining room. We are watching, or trying to watch, "White Christmas," but Mom keeps interrupting to ask, "I love you, do you love me?" Me: "Yes, of course, I love you!" Mom: "That's good. That is all that matters!" Mom has Alzheimer's, or some form of it, there are so many varieties of the disease. Her condition seems more like, dementia, because she has pretty much been the same for years. She can still play a fierce game of dominoes and loves movies, and can follow them, well, most of the time! She asks again with more emphasis... Mom: "Do you love me?" "Yes, I love you," I tell her and rub her upper back to soothe her. Mom: "Oh, keep doing that. Higher. Now go lower, more. Oh, that's good. Gosh
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