Same Old Same Old

My sister sees mom once or twice a year.  Every time she visits, I hear about how animated mom was. How she was able to remember things we thought were long forgotten.  And how well mom responded and conversed.  Nancy visited last Thursday and it was the same story.

Dad and I visited today, just three days later, and mom was back to "normal."  She was nearly falling asleep in her chair and didn't seem to recognize us.  The little bit of talking she did, that we understood, was negative as usual.

Week after week, it's the same depressing visit.  There is absolutely nothing fair about Alzheimer's disease.