I spent all day at the hospital with my mother today. Her doctor was worried about her heart, which was fast and arrhythmic. After multiple blood tests, two EKGs, and a chest x-ray the doc gave her a clean bill of health. He smiled and said, “There’s a reason your mother has lived to be 91-years old.” I guess her heart, lungs, and blood are all in amazing condition.
The tragedy is her Alzheimer’s disease. I’ve watched her extraordinarily bright mind slowly dim in recent years. To witness a woman who was a pioneer in education and psychology, have trouble remembering whether she ate breakfast is heartbreaking.
Luckily I recorded her life stories before Alzheimer’s began stealing her precious memories. Currently I’m writing a book based on these recordings called, The Mother of a Clown.