I went to see mum today. Took her a new pair of slippers, some pears soap and cream for her legs which the pharmacy keep on forgetting to dispense much to my annoyance.
Having found her (on the loo with assistance) she was supposed to be making Christmas cards. The carer let me take her back to the activity and we sat down, but mum couldn't do the task. She was quite happily grouping the card decorations into tiny little piles on the table but although she was doing this she was happy and making us laugh chuckling way to herself. I stayed for half-an-hour with her and she gave me a kiss goodbye and I left.
I am amazed at how much mum is really advanced now, and how much she had relied on me to keep her going at home. I am also relieved that she is now oblivious to knowing where she is but also she is ok with that in herself. All of what she was experiencng at home alone is gone, and although her dementia is presenting its true colours she is relaxed and happy and that in this awful world of dementia we live with I am grateful for