That's Mom with my sister, with me, with her Visiting Angel Laura, and my brother.
With her blood sugar under control, now, she's much cheerier. She's engaged in a conversation, and you can tell she means something when she speaks. Though the words don't make sense, often, they sometimes do. We draw her out on how she wants us to respond, with "How do you feel about that?"
[See my page Dementia Diary for a curated list of blogposts that relate to our 10+ years dealing with the disease.]
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