Thought you'd like to share some good news.
My mother had a major stroke last September. This not only left her paralysed from the waist down but also effected her state of mind.
When I saw her in hospital there was no recognistion at all, she thought I was the doctor. Believe me, one of the hardest things you have to face in your life as a son is when your mother doesn't know who you are.
Within a couple of days she regained a degree of her mental faculties but still belived I was her brother. When I eventually returned to work, I had to make sure my colleagues knew that if anyone (carer, doctor etc) called and asked for someone by another name, it would probably be for me.
......Out of the blue I received a call at home this afternoon. It was mum. She was phoning to ask how I, Mark, was and to let me know she loved me.
I'm not too proud to say I held it together only for the length of the call.
I can now close the door on what has been a dark room for the best part of the last year.