Posted by Mary Lang

My mother lived with an Alzheimer’s diagnosis for ten years before she died, but it wasn’t until I was cleaning out her house after she moved that I realized she’d been covering it up for years before that. Under layers of papers and bedside reading in her bedroom, I found her handwritten notes, on her characteristic 5×7 mini yellow legal pad, from a phone call she had with me about the new pre-school that my children were attending. That conversation occurred in 1986 – at least five years before any of us were thinking about Alzheimer’s or memory loss, but even then my mother was taking notes on conversations with her daughters, because she couldn’t rely on her memory to remember what we’d talked about. Standing there in her bedroom, the pieces fell into place. Those years when she’d been increasingly anxious, increasingly disorganized, increasingly emotional were the early symptoms of her Alzheimer’s disease.
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