CHAPTER 17
“Why didn’t you tell me the dementia was this bad?”
Brad knew it was unfair to get upset with his mom like this, but he had no idea who else to blame.
Mom stood hunched over a sink full of soapy water. “It’s not like it’s been happening for that long, honey. It came on all of a sudden after her heart attack.”
He shook his head. “Things like this don’t happen all of a sudden. There are warning signs. You don’t go from being fully alert like she’s always been to someone who can’t even remember her husband’s dead.” His throat clenched up, but he managed to get out the words.
“I’m certain of it,” Mom repeated. “This is all new.”
“Well, you need to talk to the doctor.”
“I have.” The rising intensity in her voice matched his own. What was the worst was that he knew how foolish
