My Mother and Facebook

A Twitter posting today from Chris Brogan said to blog about your mother on Facebook. Really?
Oh okay.   My mother is Estella, her name means "star" and I've always loved her name.
She named me, Lois which means "battle maiden" and I've always hated her for it.
But that's a blog for another day.
My mother, well, she has Alzheimer's. I'm still grateful that she still knows me when I visit
and knows my voice when I phone her. She's weak, opinionated, fragile, falls and won't use a walker.
We should have suspected she had Alzheimer's a lot sooner when the mice invaded her condo
and no one else had mice. She had been buying food and forgetting she
had bought it and then the mice just made themselves at home with the hefty stash
in the cupboards and pantry.
I just thought she was getting old, we all get old you know.
Also when someone gets old, they don't want to clean any more, I don't want to clean any more!
So I thought the condition of her apartment was just that, getting old.
But when family isn't around a loved one for extended periods of time you
just don't see or recognize the gradual decline into the dungeons of senility.
Finally, my sister Laura, who is my mother's caregiver had her diagnosed and we
moved her into a series of homes for the elderly as she declined and was unable to
care for herself.
But my mother is on Facebook. She doesn't write on it or post anything funny.
Laura, created a Facebook page for her, so we her children, can know how she is doing.
                                                     So I guess this blog is about my sister, Laura,

who diligently and faithfully cares for my mother so that the rest of us don't have to worry about her.
Thanks Laura.