The last time we went shopping at Walmart, she was in her mobility chair and separated from me to go look around the store and became so disoriented that she couldn't find her way back. Eventually, one of the employees there noticed her sitting there and took her to the customer service section where they paged me (because, luckily, the ID tag that I made for the mobility chair on the last time we were on a cruise to England was still attached to the chair and showed my name). So, in the future, if she comes to the store with me, she'll have to remain with me and not cruise around the store as she always had in the past.
The hardest part, for me, is have to constantly remind her how to do simple things, like clean herself after urinating, taking her pills, and things that she does multiple times per day.
I know a few people dealing with this now. So tragic. A truly awful disease.
You have my most profound empathy. My mom is reaching end stage dementia and it’s horrible.
L