A decade ago, when my mother-in-law came in the door from a drive to a local grocery story--one she had frequented for decades--and announced to me that she'd gotten lost on the way home, I was puzzled. I knew she was slowing down. However, I was focused on her husband, my father-in-law, with whom I'd been sitting. He was dying. I also was the primary caregiver to several other elders. I was scrambling to give care but was not yet educated about different types of dementia.
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