friday fictioneers: the devil incarnate…

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It was devastating to see her sitting there, on the edge of her bed, scissors in hand, cutting her dress into shreds. Thin, wiry strands of hair fell carelessly across her face. Eyes swollen and puffy, tears streaming down her cheeks, she was in agony. 

We approached, my toddler and I, fraught with anxiety at the horrible scene. Uncomprehending, we tried to console the poor soul. 

She would have none of our pity. Flailing her arms to keep us away, we could only watch as her consumption began.

Alzheimer’s was feasting on my mother.

I could do nothing.

Except cry. 

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36 thoughts on “friday fictioneers: the devil incarnate…

    • Wow! We must have some kind of psychic connection. And thanks for the compliment. Writing’s a passion…although I’m still working on being a writer. It’s nice to be told I’ve arrived. I’m not yet completely convinced. hugs…

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  1. So powerfully written and so sad. Sorry that you have such a scene etched in your memory. This is a very cruel disease, we have all witnessed some of it. For me it was my uncle’s wife who got the disease in her 40s and died of it in her early 50s. So much more needs to be done in terms of research to understand it and to come up with effective treatments.

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    • Doesn’t seem it will happen in our lifetime. We’re pretty much left to our own devices, health-wise, to tackle the disease on our own. Quality of life includes…a sound mind. Something I take very seriously.

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    • I’m very sorry to hear that you’re in the midst of Alzheimer’s, especially with your husband’s mom. Of all the diseases out there, this one is in desperate need of a cure. Quality of life physically is nothing if one’s mind is gone. hugs…and I’ll keep you and your loved ones in my prayers…

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    • At the time I cried buckets of tears right along with my mom. I don’t remember how we recovered and went on from there. Only what I wrote…remains forever seared in my brain. Hence, the vivid imagery.

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  2. I’m not sure what to say. When I read it the first time I was wondering what’s this story about and how does it tie in with the picture. When I read it the second time, the power and emotion were almost overwhelming. Beautiful work and I’m sorry that this piece had to come from personal experience.

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    • I’m glad you were able to glean its full impact upon reading it a second time. The words literally spilled out of me with very little editing. It is a memory I will carry to my own grave. Lots of hugs for your compassion…

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  3. Absolutely unrelenting prose, much like the disease. You captured it so gorgeously, the hideousness of Alzheimer’s is very nearly tangible.

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  4. Sandra stole the words right out of my mouth. This is one of my favorites of yours; it’s exquisite. Perfectly executed. Each line seems perfectly written, and the piece as a whole really packs a punch. I am hoping this is truly fiction, Mamma, but I suspect not… from the photo and the heart-wrenching words. Beautiful.

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  5. My father was eaten alive by dementia. It must be a horrible realization when you discover it’s happening to YOU. It is really hard on the caregivers. Well written piece. I could definitely relate.

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  6. What a deeply moving story! The pictures you paint are so vivid I feel like I’m right there beside the daughter and granddaughter watching this heartbreaking scene. Beautiful powerful writing.

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  7. Hugmamma, Heartbreaking story. I know what that feels like. My mother had Alzheimer’s also.That’s a lovely photo of your mother. We have to try and remember the good things about them before the disease took over. Well written. —Susan

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