Bad News

We received a call from the gastroenterologist that the pathology came back from my mom's polyp, and he needs to see her right away.

I've been praying not to lose my mom to Alzheimer's, so now I am going to lose her to cancer?

This sucks.

Little Quirks

My mom has always been a tad eccentric and quirky.  This disease seems to have made her even quirkier.  When I was growing up, no one was allowed to throw any garbage in the downstairs bathroom garbage can.  It had to be taken to the kitchen garbage can.  She was obsessive about this BA (before Alzheimer's).  Fast forward to current times, and now she doesn't really even want garbage thrown in the kitchen garbage can.  She fusses about the garbage every single day.  Anything that gets thrown away must be shredded into tiny pieces.  She is horrified if the garbage gets filled up, and will then proceed to bad mouth my nephew for making too much.  It's just another one of those things I try to ignore, but it honestly gets under my skin.

Little Obsessions

A woman my mom went to high school with died last week. I didn't know this woman, and I am not sure when the last time my mom saw her was...probably years and years. Anyway, my mom became fixated on this woman's funeral and how if she could drive, she would have gone. Every single day for the past five days she talks about it, and every single day I tell her I never heard of the woman before. I didn't even know about the funeral until it was over. My sister told me today that when the woman's husband died last year, she asked my mom if she wanted to go to the funeral (she had gone to school with him as well) and she asked my sister, "Why?"