It’s 30 degrees. She’s cold.
It’s 30 degrees Celsius. She’s yelling.
Make them turn the heat on!
I can’t. It’s too warm.
I’m freezing.
I’m sorry, can I get you a blanket?
You don’t care if I freeze to death.
I’m sorry. I can’t make them.
The patient
The caregiver
The mother
The daughter
The bitter cold of the mother
The thinning patience of the daughter
She’s freezing cold
I’m boiling hot
The thinning mind of the mother
The bitter heartbreak of the daughter
Each day is the same
But every day is worse.
I can’t help her
No one can help me
It’s 30 degrees
It’s cold, Dementia
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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I have been taking some time away from writing. I haven't forgotten about Vocal, the truth is I just have been too busy pursuing other things to write online and honestly, my little family and I just had a really hard month between the flu and a weird eye infection/cold circulating our house. I'm currently sipping some warm peppermint tea because my throat is sore.
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Ahh, the pain and conflict, the confusion, the grief. It's so much to handle, to accept. A terrible disease. Hugs to you, my friend.