My mum's dementia seems to be worsening.
Last Tuesday, I went to collect meds for Mum at the clinic. Mum was taking a shower when I arrived home and Nana was inside the bathroom with her. As soon as Nana opened the bathroom door I had cried out "Hey!" to let them know I've come home.
"Hey!" Nana responded.
My mum (who was still inside the bathroom and couldn't see me) asked Nana in a scared voice, "Who were you talking to?"
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She had fallen asleep on the couch after breakfast. When Nana woke my mum up to give her her meds (something that Nana does every morning), my mum asked in Mandarin, "Where is she?"
Naturally, Nana was confused. "Where did who go?"
"Her!" Mum got so agitated she started sprouting English. "Where she went?!"
I had overheard the conversation so I went into the living room and asked Mum as gently as I could. "Just take a minute to be calm and gather your thoughts, " I told her. There are only three of us here. Did you want me? Or did you want Nana?"
"Nana!" she said.
"Nana is right here," I pointed out.
At this point, mum confessed in a small voice, "I was confused. I thought she wasn't Nana."
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For dinner tonight, Mum and I shared glutinous rice parcel. I made sure she got most of the chicken filling. When we were almost done, I wanted to pull her leg by lamenting, "I had only one piece of chicken in mine!" (sad face). Her response? "At least you had one big piece. I had NONE."
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