My sister, Ky, and I have been visiting with Grandma for the last few days. We will be here for another week and a bit yet. Posting will be slow and lean until then, so come back later and I will try to make up for it.
Part of the reason we came up this week (apart from the fact I am now homeless for 2 weeks) is to check on Grandma's ability to care for herself and to see how bad her level of confusion is. So far, I'm not too worried about her ability to care for herself. She's still eating (and over feeding her guests), she's still able to dress herself and take care of her personal needs, and she's remembering to turn off the stove. She's good for another few years, I'm sure.
Her level of confusion though? It's through the roof. Part of that has to do with Ky and I being here and interrupting her steady schedule. Also, I brought a ton of food with me, so Grandma's thrown off from being the provider and caregiver. However, Grandma's also always been a little forgetful, so it goes without saying that will get worse with age.
One day we were having a particularly hard time with supper plans. I had supper all planned out, but Grandma was having difficulties grasping it. Four or five times, we went over the plans - steak stroganoff, potatoes, and greens from the garden. Finally, I was sure she had it figured out and all was well.
Until she went to the fridge, opened it, and turned to ask "So, what are we having for supper?" I stood and stared at her, absolutely at a loss for words. She stared back for a moment, eyes wide with innocence. It took her a bit, but she realized we had had this discussion moments before. She didn't remember any of it, but she knew we'd had it. She just looked at me and grinned.
I wrote it down.