Almost two years ago, I received a call informing me that my mother was found several blocks away from Braswell’s.
It was at this point that I had to make another very sad decision to have her placed in a lock- down facility. The good thing was that it was another one of Braswell’s homes. However, I had learned that moving a patient with Alzheimer’s disease could be very traumatic for them. I felt that if my mom was going to end up very confused, I may as well move her here with me, which is now in Colorado.
It was, once again, a very dark time for me. I had to explain to my mom that she was coming back to Colorado to live with me. She was thrilled, but I knew she didn’t have a clue why this move was happening.
While driving back to Colorado, I discovered something I had not known of before. About 4:30 p.m., as the sun was going down, my mother was going through what is called the “sun-downing” period.
She suddenly didn’t know who I was or where she was going. She kept telling me she wanted to talk to her daughter Lenny, which is me.
The fear in her face was one I will never forget. She sat in the passenger’s seat with tears rolling down her face, praying to her God. I later learned those with sundown syndrome experience this nightly exactly at sundown. Needless to say, this was a whole new experience for me.
Every night at the same time, she would go into another world of complete confusion. She needed to go and pick up her father; she needed to see her Lenny. Then she’d begin crying for hours. She wouldn’t recognize me at all during that period of time.
Nothing I said would give her comfort. NOTHING!
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