I visited Mom again today. There is a marked difference between her now and just last week (not a good difference).
If you ask her a question now, she seems like she doesn’t hear you at first, then responds 15-30 seconds later with an abbreviated answer.
She also fidgets incessantly with her bed covers. She’s always pulling at them, grasping them, twisting them in knots. Sometimes she thinks she’s reaching for a Pepsi. Other times she imagines it’s her shirt.
Her mind is playing tricks on her.
It’s really sad. Her mind is shot. Her body is shot. It’s just a matter of time.
30 seconds at a time.