On Christmas Day, my Mom went into the hospital for a short stay and had a CT scan. We didn't find out the results of the scan until a few weeks later at her PC dr visit, when the report was given to me. The dr didn't say anything, except to note that Mom had a sinus infection, but it stated that she had moderate atrophy of the brain. Today Mom went in again, and I had the opportunity to speak the dr privately, as Mom's memory and confusion has been getting progressively worse. She confirmed for me that this is most likely Alzheimer's, and that she has forwarded the report to her neurologist, and that she would likely benefit from Aricept or something similar. Mom doesn't see the neurologist until Feb 26th (soonest available appt) and still doesn't know what the CT scan said.
Frankly, this diagnosis scares the heck out of me. I've been with Mom for 4 yrs now, and it's worked out well. But Mom has always been Mom - basically the sweetest woman in the world. I love her more than anything - I don't know that I can stand to watch her turn into something or someone else, or to watch myself become impatient with her because she isn't the mother I've loved.
How did you learn to accept the diagnosis when you first learned of it if it was someone you were especially close to? Next to my husband, Mom is my best friend. I know it's the natural order that parents die. I was prepared to accept that. I guess I wasn't really prepared to accept Alzheimer's.