Shoot. Not sounding like a promising weekend, is it?
The memory is going to get worse and worse. Aunt Clara doesn’t know who I am any more by sight but eventually figures out who I am after a little explanation. Within 5 minutes, she’s forgotten again.
At least we don’t have the hallucination problem to deal with on top of it. Rough for your mom AND for you since you have to calm her down. :-(
One day at a time is all we can do. It’s going to get worse and the nights get longer. She will have a much harder time figuring out day and night hours.
She finally said good night and the light is out. Quiet time for a bit. Then I need to get some sleep.