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how to become a model Deborah had another visit with Jean who -- other than universally not wanting to speak to me -- is OK. OK being relative, of course. A quick scan of the fridge looked OK, but we\'ll probably get some food for her anyway. Deborah may also have convinced Jean to go the doctor, so that\'s underway. In the meanwhile, her ALZ doctor has been sent paperwork that he may sign based upon her last doctor visits, to show she can no longer make decisions for herself. Then, we can get a caregiver in there. Not much more to say at this point. It is what it is. I love Jean. I am no longer bothered that she doesn\'t feel the same way..... my duty is to the lady who loved and raised me and not to the frightened, angry and confused woman who inhabits her body now. Alzheimer\'s Sucks. She is obsessed with her finances and doesn\'t believe -- though she does remember -- that we are safeguarding her money. She believes we stole it. Of course, before it was me, it was her friends. Each of them has been the subject of an angry angry outburst: some have stolen from her; others are nosey and want to know her business; still others she \"just can\'t stand\" , that is until she sees them again. Few (in fact, Glenn, I think you\'re the only exception) have avoided her angry -- and often inaccurate -- rants. That she tends toward these outbursts does not make me feel batter. I\'d rather they be focused on me alone. At least then, I wouldn\'t worry that she\'ll die feeling she is all alone. It\'s one thing to think your family has betrayed you. It\'s another to believe the world has. Sometimes I catch a meeting at a senior center and actually learn something. I learned recently that more and more people are allowing their parents to function on their own for longer. Sure, a shower isn\'t always in the offing, and a dinner or two is passed up in favor of hunks of ice cream on french bread, but hell, we\'re all going to die anyway. I\'m still not convinced getting a well-balanced meal is worth losing the ability to walk around your house nude if you want. This won\'t bode well for those friends of Jean\'s who believe I am being neglectful. This will be good news to those who remind me that taking away her freedom will kill her faster. I know what I would want for myself, and it would certainly not be a meddling daughter forcing a caregiver to make me eat my eggs. At the senior center, sometimes people talk. I hear stories that sound a lot like mine. Sometimes people talk about how their parents finally relaxed into the disease and things are better because of it. And those of us who don\'t have that model parents look with envy, hoping the day will come for our parents. Of course, with every day, I see that place for my mom becoming more distant.
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