I baked this beautiful cake for the birthday of the daughter of the person who does my nails. Well I left it in my living room as nobody ever goes there. It just happens I brough my mom to live with us as she is suffering from Alzherimer's Disease. I went to work and when returned home found the cake deformed/messed up. She says she only moved it to clean the table and then very -CAREFULLY- placed it back. "It might have been your husband who did it, ask him!!!" she said. I answered "yes, mom maybe it was him. It's very sad to see your parents reach that phase in life.
I'm so sorry. I know it is so hard to be put in the position of caring for a parent. I watched my Great-grandmother progress from an intelligent, wonderful women to a shell of the person she once was. The important thing is to keep your memories strong of the person she was. My prayers are with you as you deal with this.
I'm sorry to hear about your mother. Have you done research on her condition? My partner went through this with her mom and there are many stages, some of which you and she will need professional help to get through. If she is hitting the mean/angry stage, seek out help for you all until she passes through it so she doesn't hurt anyone, especially herself.
This is very difficult and wouln't wish it on anyone...god bless you.
After reading this i ready liked the way you reacted.
You the years go by so fast we sometimes don't realize it.
There was a day that they had lives like us.
I noticed older people more these days and think that we will eventually be like them
Please don't be offend i am just in this face right now.
Like i was watching a show the other day about kids clothing and how some parents spend 300 dollars on a sweater for their toddler while there are people in the world who don't have food to eat or ahouse to live in.
Let's just pray for all these people, please
Awela keep treating your mom like you are because we only have on in a lifetime
My mom and brother live in Holland and i only get to see them once a year
AShiana
Awela, I didn't see this post until after seeing your cake photos. I assumed it was just an accident, but was prompted out of curiosity to read the story... not realizing what a touching story it would be. It is still a beautiful cake, even more beautiful knowing the story behind it. I'm sorry about your mom. Hold on to your memories of her, even this one. She can't help what is happening.
Vicki
You have a wonderful,caring,patient,kind,loving,strong,and compassionate mother. I can tell by your story, Those are the traits we all hope to pass on to our daughters as beautifuly as your mother passed them on to you. God Bless you both.
I worked in a nursing home several years ago. On my lunch break one day I started writing the following: What do you see,nurse what do you see, what are you thinking when you look at me? A crabby old woman,not very wise, uncertain of habit, with far away eyes. Who dribbles her food and makes no reply when you say in a loud voice,"I do wish you'd try" Who seems to notice the things that you do,and forever is losing a stocking or shoe. Who,resisting or not,lets you do as you will with bathing and feeding,the long day to fill. Is that what you are thinking? Is that what you see? Then open your eyes nurse you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still as I use at your bidding, as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of ten with a mother and father,brothers and sisters, who love one another. A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet, dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet. A bride at twenty - my heart gives a leap, remembering the vows that I promised to keep. At 25 now I have young of my own who need me to guide and a secure happy home. A woman of 30, my young now grown fast, bound to each other with ties that should last. At 40 my young sons have grwon and are gone but my man's beside me to see I don't mourn. At 50 once more babies play around my knee, again we know children, my loved one and me. Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing young of their own, and I think of the years and the love that I've known. I'm now an old woman and nature is cruel tis jsest to make old age look like a fool. The body it crumbles, grace and vigor depart, there is now a stone where once I had a heart. But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, and now and again my battered heart swells...I remember the joys, I remember the pain, and I'm loving and living life again. I think of the years; all too few. Gone to fast, and accept the stark fact that nothing can last. So open your eyes nurse, open and see, not a crabby old woman, look closer---- see ME
Sorry this is so long, I wrote this because I was having a particularly bad day on my unit. I am a nurse and I love working with Alzheimers patients, to me they are so special and dear. Thanks for reading. Just cherish all the great memories that you have with your mother. I know it is a hard time for you guys, but you will get through it.
WOW, that is beautiful...do you mind if I forward it on to a friend who i think could use this right now??
My husbands grandfather went through this same thing. before he passed he went through a very mean stage but fortunately he was always great to my son who was 3 when he passed. it can be very draining to help out a parent or grandparent who has to go through this but know that when their time comes you can rest easy knowing you did everything you could for them in their last stretch of life. we helped out with the DH's grandfather and I have to admit it was a lot of work. I hope things go well for you and your mother and her days stay sweet. even if it is by getting into the cake at times..
TMM2001,I Just got a chance to read your poem,I've got to tell you it's the most moving poem I have ever read! I really think you should get it published!
Awela, sorry about your situation. My mother is in a similar situation, you see my grand mother is 93 years old, lost her arm to cancer 10 years ago, and is almost fully dependant on my mother, who is 70. I see everytime I am at my mother's house that the patience is running thin, and i have to keep reminding my mother that she should cherish these last few days that she has here with "granny". The dr's say the she has dementia, and the situation at my mom's house gets really bad sometimes. But like you, we need to take care of the people that took care of us for so many years and show them that we love them unconditionally, in whatever situation no matter how bad it gets.
And TMM2001, i was bawling 
by the time i got to the end of your poem. It was truly beautiful. If you don't mind, i would like to copy it and send it to my mother.
[quote="TMM2001"]I never really thought about getting the poem published..I often find myself writing when I am having a difficult day.Thanks for the compliment[/quote]
I Also write when I'm going through something , It's a wonderful outlet.
When I was in the 6th grade a teacher of mine had one of my poems
published in readers digest.
I really think your poem is quite theraputic , and eye opening . I think if you get it published so many people will benifit from your writing.
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