So, I told my parents and my schildren about the dementia diagnosis. Laney, being more and more like I have been every day, went right out on the web and researched the topic, finding this page; http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001754/ .

Well, she looked at the "treatments" and has decided that she and her boyfriend Kevin are going to be my caregivers. So, in they swoop to help me out, meaning that Kevin stayed at the house whgile Sam moved "some" of his things out, and Laney took me grocery shopping. She had to "approve" every item on my list. I don't smoke, but I used to, several years ago. I have been informed that I will never do that again. Well, frankly, I don't plan to ever smoke again, but that isn't the point.

I know they are concerned, and that they might be overreacting a little bit, but come on, I didn;t stop being the Mom just because of the whole dementia thing. I'm not the child here. I don't like being treated like one. She will calm down....eventually. Frankly, being that on top of my life and being as on top of her own life as she tends to be will just plain be exhausting, But in the mean time, she is driving me crazy. Then again, if she didn;t act like this, she woouldn't be my daughter.