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Wake-Up Call


After my father died, I made sure I spoke with my mother every day. Dad's death was sudden, if not entirely surprising, and there were a lot of logistical details to sort out. Mom, at 71, was living alone for the first time in her life. She wasn't sleeping well. She was anxious. She didn't understand all the paperwork that flooded into the house. I wasn't surprised that she forgot things; she was overwhelmed with grief. And she'd never been good with technology; when she decided the phones in the house weren't working and replaced them for the third time in a year, we just rolled our eyes. I brushed off suggestions from my brother that she might actually have a problem with her memory. Of course not. She's just tired, anxious and grief-stricken.

The calls got shorter, and I was usually multi-tasking. I would empty the dishwasher, fold the laundry, sort the mail.  So I wasn't really paying attention when she called and said "The doctor gave me a new prescription, and I don't know if I should take it." I replied, automatically, "What is it? Go get the bottle." She put the phone down and came back a minute later: "I don't think I can pronounce it. It's d-o-n-e-p-e-z-i-l."
 
My hands kept folding laundry while my brain came to a shuddering halt. For a second or two, I couldn't remember what donepezil was - and then it came back to me. I dropped the laundry. I sat down, hard, on whatever was nearby. My voice was shaking as I asked my mother what she remembered of the appointment, and she told me that she had asked her doctor about memory loss and the doctor asked her a bunch of questions "about the day and date and the President and some things I don't remember. And then she said I had Alzheimer's, but it's not serious. She thinks this will help."
 
In that moment, I knew what the future would hold.

Jenni Levy
Allentown, Pennsylvania

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# Margot Gardin 2017-01-22 17:49
I really appreciate how you take the reader through your experience of discovering that your mother had Alzheimer's, rather than the starting the piece with your mother's diagnosis. It made your ultimate realization that much more jarring, and I felt as though it was a wakeup call not just for the writer, but for myself as the reader. Very moving piece.
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# Jenni Levy 2017-01-23 09:33
Thanks, Margot.
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# Warren Holleman 2017-01-21 17:13
Thanks for sharing -- your story really spoke to me. When we look at other "old" people out there, we expect them to act their age and have the problems old people have. But when it comes to our own moms, we tends to think of them as the keepers of all knowledge and the ones who've always been there for us. We can't imagine it being any other way. So when the roles start reversing, it takes a while to recognize and accept it.
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# Jenni Levy 2017-01-23 09:34
Yup. In retrospect, I should have known something was wrong when Mom called me to ask how to make chicken soup.

We're Jewish.
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# Ann Rubin 2017-02-07 09:13
Ah Jenni - those bittersweet moments of humor pop up at the most unexpected times, don't they? The red flag floating in that bowl of chicken soup...My mom also has Alzheimers and your essay really hit home for me. My moment of knowing what the future held was when my sister messaged me three words "mom is forgetting".

Thanks for sharing this beautiful and personal piece of writing. Peace to you and your mom on this journey.
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# Warren Holleman 2017-01-27 17:42
Big smile here.
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