I’m reading On Forgetting by Therese Flanagan on my lunch breaks. She journals her experience with her mother, who has dementia. It’s what’s inspired me to do the same. It’s so fascinating and validating to read someone else’s daily account – the ups and downs.
When my mom was given her preliminary diagnosis in August of last year, I took out several memoirs and novels about Alzheimers from the library. I wanted to learn in different ways than just from nonfiction type books. It was expansive, informative, also heartbreaking. I’ve been enjoying reading more general novels recently since then. I need more mental breaks from thinking about it all, but I’m glad to be reading Therese’s book in little bites.
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