Dementia-Personal Narrative Analysis

Time, something of the essence, something not promised to any living organism, something so sweet but so quick. Memories, a painted pictures of a certain time in one's life where one felt or experienced something worth the continued reminisce for a positive or negative reason. According to Webster, time is,”the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.” One thing about time differentiates from anything else is no matter your ethnicity, status, or sexuality we are all awarded the same amount of it. But what will you do with your 24 is what makes the status and depth of our life different, it's what makes it mean more or less in society.*Write two more sentences* It was senior

In high school I participated, in almost every organization available 2015 was our year. My Nana and I, we had so many plans for convocation and graduation: how we would celebrate it, what we would wear. But then in the summer of 2015 she was diagnosed with dementia and had 3 tumors by her brain. Dementia is a “a chronic or persistent disorder of the mental processes caused by brain disease or injury and marked by memory disorders, personality changes, and impaired reasoning.” She was 93 and was very clumsy, she fell down the steps three times and never spoke once about her falls. Because of those she acquired dementia, with dementia she saw people who weren't their and became violent and erratic but only

She was blood shot red, her eyes were closed and she was screaming so bad my ears were ringing. I grabbed her by the mouth and told her to be quiet, to open her eyes and look at me. She followed my directions and grabbed me, exclaiming that she wanted her mother back: the doctor then came in and discussed with me that they wanted to keep her. I automatically stopped him mid sentence and advised him that she would be going home with me, I refused to let her stay