They say, the last thing a dementia patient remembers, is their favorite song, and once that song goes, they go.
My grandma Patty was a sweet and kind old woman, she worked as a school teacher at Troy elementary school. I remember her visiting me on Christmas, she would come all the way from Montana (we lived in Washington state, Spokane) and all I could describe her with was just the kindest, sweetest old woman. And then in the summer between 7th and 8th grade me and my grandma drove across the country and I stayed with my friend for a few days, while my grandma brought grandma patty to North Carolina where she lives with us today, at first she was okay, she faintly remembered and remembered that I was her great grandchild but couldn't seem to remember my grandma which made her very sad, she often would ask where Mitch (my grandma's brother) was and often would ask to go back home. We surrounded her with many familiar things (her native American carvings, her stone bear statues, etc) and we often fed her foods we knew she liked (she once ate a whole tray of muffins). Sometimes she yells at me because she thinks I'm a stranger in her house and she often gets mad when we have to change her since she can't control her bladder. Sometimes that causes trouble with my online classes but it's okay.
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My experiences taking care of a dementia patient
Non-Fictionthis book is about my experience taking care of my great grandma (grandma patty) with my grandma and our five dogs. I hope this can be helpful to anyone else out there who's interested or has a family member going through the same thing.
