Prayers for you and your mother.
One very cold winter morning I was taking my dog for a walk, when a woman came toward me wearing only a light night gown and no shoes. She asked me, "Sir, can you help me?" I asked her what the problem was and she said she couldn't find her house. I asked her where she lived and she named a street miles away from our location, and I knew it was impoosible for her to walked all the way to where I found her. I took her to my apartment, got my wife up, and explained the situation. I then had to leave for work. My wife wrapped the poor woman in a blanket, and began to ask her who she could call. She named her husband, and a check of the phone book showed she indeed lived on the street she had named, but the phone was disconnected. My wife questioned her some more, and the woman mentioned the name of a son, as she was very cognizant of the past. To the phone book again, only this time with success. It seems she and her hubby had moved to this apartment complex the day before because he felt he could better care for her in a smaller and more secure living area. Sometime in the early morning hours she had awoken and wandered out of her new apartment and had no idea where she was. She was returned home safely, and alarms were installed to sound if the door were opened.
I do not tell this story to garner praise for myself, but only to illustrate the terrible things that can happen when this disease strikes. In fact, I can only praise Heavenly Father for allowing me to be an intrument in retrurning her to safety.
My prayers are with Elizabeth and anyone else who suffers from this disease.