Demented Synonym Novels & Stories

His grandsons and granddaughter, all sat at the feet of the bed, staring at Irvin's confused figure who was trying to cope up with pain and figure out who all these people were. The one thing that's most terrifying about Dementia is that it doesn't only affect the memories, it eats away the brain. It's a slow killing disease but Irvin had it for over 6 years now. While he was coping up with dementia, he became a heart patient as well as he developed severe breathing problems. Plus, old age also didn't help, it only helped in weakening his immune system as much as it could. All the things at once made it difficult for him to stay healthy.

"Because to her, you are." Susan was staring at me in growing horror. "There's no way Mother forgets something so important." I leaned against the wall, feeling victorious. "Your mother has dementia, Susan. Probably early-stage Alzheimer's. Her brilliant medical mind is deteriorating, and there's nothing you can do about it." "No," Susan said weakly. "No, that's not... she can still teach the formulas. She can still—" "Teach what? She can't remember conversations from five minutes ago. You think she's going to recall complex medical formulations from years past?"

" she exclaimed before she ran inside the washroom. I sighed, and reclined back onto the chair. Something had been messing with Anna lately and that seems clear as day. The muddling notion is why I can't figure it out. Lately my mind seemed too pissed to process anything. The down in the curve of my lips had been prominent that my parents were getting worried about. I was at the peak of confusion. Damon! Again Damon! Why does my life not have a phase where there is no more of Damon? He simply sauntered his kingly way into my world and is roaming around the corners, looming over the weird roads of my head instead of exiting. Argh!!! Damon again! He should have been named Demon instead of Damo

"Karen I'm anxious, do you remember at all what you told me on the night of wednesday when I drove you home?" Karen instantly coughed dryly and gulped down a glass of water on the table. "Wait, you drove me home? Oh my God I thought I boarded a taxi, Jesus! I don't remember a thing about that night and trust me, whatever I said to you was not coherent because I always spew gibberish when I'm stoned." "Oh really? But you seemed very sober enough when you told me, deadly to my face that the only thing you regret is me coming to Balor, can you explain that?"

It's a cruel twist of fate, a bitter pill to swallow for a family that has stood together through thick and thin, facing life's adversities with unwavering solidarity. Dementia isn't just a physical ailment; it's a heart-wrenching journey into the labyrinth of memory and identity, where the lines between past and present blur into an indistinct haze. It's a relentless thief, plundering the precious treasures of remembrance and robbing its victims of the very essence of who they are. Yet, even in the face of such profound adversity, I find solace in the enduring strength of our familial bond. Together, we'll navigate the uncharted waters of Mama's illness, drawing strength from each other and

Her eyebrows lifted dramatically as she spoke. “Ma'am, i think the term is called, um,…” he paused to think. Then he snapped his finger like he suddenly lit a bulb. “Dementia,” he said. “Its a medical condition involving memory loss, often progressive. I advice you take precautions.” The fury on Fionas face was evident. “I beg your pardon?” She bit back, From a poker enraged stare, to her controlled breath, to her red ears, Everyone could see how triggered his statement made her.

"Your cousin is just… kind of crazy." Dante let out a short laugh, eyes still fixed on the white road ahead. "Crazy?" he repeated, clearly amused. "Gwen is way too controlled to be crazy. She makes lists of her lists. Plans her plans. She's like an efficiency robot." "Oh, no," Paula said quickly, shaking her head. "I don't mean it figuratively. I mean literally. The medical term is post-traumatic dissociative amnesia." The car went completely silent. Even Dante's breathing seemed to pause.