An Agonizing Journey with Dementia

When my mother and her (4th) husband married in 2002, she was a vibrant, quirky 70-year-old health nut who loved to shop, travel, cook, host parties, and regale her children with details of her sexual exploits. Today, she has an emergency appointment with the brain doctor one month before her regular visit for something to help calm her agitation, paranoia, and hallucinations. My mom is a shell of her former self. She is thin from forgetting to eat, and tense from trying to hide her belongin...