Laughter is the best medicine with this disease because caregivers would surely go mad otherwise. I've got a long list of "Rachelisms" (my mom's name is Rachel). I think I could make a hilarious montage but people who haven't had to deal with the situation just wouldn't find the humor in it and would paint it disrespectful and cruel. But I can share them with you guys.
The last time I visited, my mom and I were sitting at the breakfast table when an old friend of my dad came to visit. I told my mom that the friend, Raymond, was in the other room. She frowns and says, "Awwh, he makes my crap stink!" Of course, I laugh and ask my mom why and she then says, "He just makes my ass want to chew tobacco!" And I could tell she meant her actual ass. Any filter my mom used to have is obviously worn out.
