My mom didn’t know who anyone was. Not sure I’d call these diseases “fancy”, they are cruel.
You are right. I only meant that from my living experience affection is so important - more important than drug reps’ remedies SOMETIMES. Look - I’ve been there more than once. I AM there.
My mom helped my grandma through dementia that grew progressively worse over the last 16 months of her life. It was like watching a rock rolling down hill as the disease grew worse and worse at an ever increasing rate. At the end my grandma never lost her ability to recognize my mother or my sister or me, but she lived her last months in absolute terror as everything around her was strange and confusing. It is not a death I would wish on anyone, and often it's almost as hard on the family as on the sufferer themselves.