When we look at Alzheimer’s, especially in a nursing home, we may miss the trees for the forest. We hear the din and see the varied ways people have to become confused. We think “If I had to work here I’d go running away screaming.” Yet see the little events. See the staff member coming to sit with the yelling elder, saying “Tell me what you think of this woman, but let’s not let her know yet.” See the resident grow quiet and conspiratorial. See the staff member gently massaging the man’s feet till he wakes, smells the baking cookies, and is ready to be wheeled to lunch. The world is forest and trees.
:- Doug.
