Pick’s disease. They think. They can’t be certain until they do an autopsy, and we’re in no rush for that.
There’s no cure and little that can be done in mitigation. All we can do is make sure she’s cared for while we watch her fall further and further into dementia.
We don’t have a history of dementia in the family; we don’t even have a history of Alzheimer’s in the family. We’re fully mentally capable until we drop dead. None of us have experience in dealing with this. We’re helpless, bewildered, and terrified.
We can take steps. We’re good at taking steps. My mother and my sister are out there setting up guardianship and finding a nursing home this week.
When they visited yesterday, she told them, “I have to go now. My mother and sister are here to visit me.” We’re not good at dealing with that.