When my stepfather called me and asked me to sit down, I did exactly that. He told me that my mother was not doing good and that he needed immediate help with her. I was living on my own, so I had to think quickly. I moved everything out of my apartment and then put my car into vehicle storage so that it could stay safe while staying with my mom and stepdad for a couple of months. He had told me that he would let me use my mother’s car while there, so there was no reason for me to bring it. He had told me to get there as fast as I could.
When I arrived at the airport, mom’s husband of only one year filled me in on more news of my mom. I felt very sorry for him. He is a senior himself, and as much as he thought he and my mother would have many more happy years together, they had both found themselves having a lot of medical issues soon after they married. Somewhere in my mind, I tried to tell me that it was fate that they met. I tried to stay positive by telling myself that someone or something in the universe knew that these two really good people would soon need help and put them together in life at the right time. I didn’t know if that was true, of course, but it made me feel a little better to imagine it.
It turned out that my mother had been given a diagnosis of dementia. She had hidden it from me. Doctors said that she had probably had it for many years, which helped me to understand why my mom had been saying odd things on and off for about 5 years. My step-father has diabetes and a heart condition, so the stress of taking care of her alone had been getting to him. I told him that I had originally planned to stay for just a couple of months, but with my car and all of my other things in storage, I would be happy to stay as long as they needed me to.