Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. (Isaiah 49:15, KJV)
Alzheimer’s and Dementia—the Senior Citizen’s Plague.
My mother probably had dementia rather than Ahlzeimer’s. We didn’t have any final testing done to determine whether it was one or the other. All my brother and I really know is that whichever it was stole our mom from us. We, our children and grandchildren mourned the loss of their grandmother for a couple of years before she traveled on to be with the Lord.
Mom was a wonderful woman—caring, intelligent, and filled with a mischievous sense of humor. Dad and she were always my best friends, my strongest supporters, and the most loving parents and grandparents a person could ask for.
When I was sick with an earache, who stayed up and commiserated with me? Mom.
When I had rheumatic fever and the doctor said not even to walk to the restroom, who carried me there? Mom.
When my boyfriend of two years invited someone else to the prom, who did I turn to? Mom.
Who celebrated more than I ever did over any of my accomplishments? Mom.
Who jumped in and defended me when there was even the smallest insult to me? You guessed it—Mom.
There are times I think these diseases are the worst the devil ever invented. They steal the very personalities and every dignity of the person afflicted. I get so angry at the disorders, and I seek someone or something to blame—but who? What?
I do not believe disease is a punishment from God. Diseases of all kinds happen to both sweet people, real jerks, and everyone in between. Not to mention rich and poor, egomaniac and humble, handsome and unattractive.
I can’t blame researchers—they’re working as hard and intelligently on the problem as humanly possible.
Who knows how much is caused by environment and/or heredity? Mom smoked, and that probably didn’t do her any good, but did it cause the problem? Probably to some degree, yes. But am I going to blame her? No. She wanted very much to stop smoking, but wasn’t able to quit until she went into an assisted living facility.
All I know for sure is that if it weren’t for God’s comfort and unbelievable peace, it would have been much harder to bear. Thank You, Lord, for being there both during and after. Thank You for the competent health care workers who showed such compassion to her. Thank You for researchers who will, with Your help, find answers and solutions. Thank You, Lord, for Your constant love. Amen.