Sunday, April 7, 2013

Korsakoff's Syndrome


Sandy and my mother had a close bond. Don't laugh about the possibility of olfactory attraction. Both had been immersed in alcohol.

I was glad my mother delighted in Sandy. I was glad she formed a bond with anyone at all.

Her dementia seemed to begin suddenly. Or perhaps I hadn't been paying attention.

She announced that she’d seen Sam, then three, in a yarmulke, walking down the street with her doctor. She was convinced this was real.

Her brain is shrinking, they told us when she was hospitalized with seizures. Had she tried to quit drinking?

Maybe she’d been inspired by her positive thinking pamphlets. I had to honor her intent. But it was too dangerous to go through withdrawal at home.

But she had little success staying sober. And within five years she was almost completely psychotic.

Korsakoff's syndrome: fallout from thiamine deficiency after years of heavy drinking.

My mother died at age sixty-eight. Today would have been her ninetieth birthday.



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