Oh, my. What a sad, sad state of affairs. I don't know how to think or how to feel or what exactly to do about Jerry's Mom. I called this morning to find out how she was, and the report was awful! She had awaken in the middle of the night. She thought it was Christmas. She got out of bed, and she began looking all over the place for decorations.
Anyway, the nurses went in her room to settle her down, but she would NOT be settled. She fought them literally tooth and nail and also foot. They had to inject her with something to stop her from fighting them. She calmed down quickly then, and they got her back to bed.
I can only imagine what the inside of her mind must be like. Jumping all around like a misfiring pistol to one memory -- and then another memory -- and another, but never getting the full account of the memory before it shoots off in another direction again. How horrible to be a prisoner in your own mind. I want SO MUCH to help her, but I can't -- nobody can. Only God.