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Making An Exit

A Mother-daughter Drama With Alzheimer's, Machine Tools, And Laughter

by Elinor Fuchs

Hardcover, 191 pages, Henry Holt & Co, List Price: $23 |


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A Mother-daughter Drama With Alzheimer's, Machine Tools, And Laughter
Elinor Fuchs

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The adult daughter of an independent, divorced mother who was absent for most of the writer's childhood describes her mother's outgoing and ambitious personality before she succumbed to Alzheimer's disease and the emotional healing that transpired in the author's life when she assumed the role of caregiver. 35,000 first printing.

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I finish teaching Wednesday and arrive Thursday from New York to find that Mother has staged a riot earlier in the day. It was noon, she was supposed to have her hair done, the one-room salon off the lobby was full of patrons under dryers. Betty comes forward with a plastic apron, and-WHOOP!-mother is defending herself against an ax murderer. On the loose! She screams, shouts for help, hurls insults, tears, bites. People run to help from the lobby, the nurse's office, and housekeeping. Residents are disgusted and wish Lil would just move out. I bring her back later in the day and soothe her through color, trim, and blow-dry.

"She's impossible!" says Betty, who runs the shop. "I feel sorry for her. I feel sorry for you!"

I didn't tell Betty: Mother was always impossible.

She was not impossible because she was cruel or cold. She was impossible because there was so much of her. You could admire her, enjoy her-as indeed she did herself-but you couldn't exactly love her . . . Love was one of the soft-creepy words, like "God," "soul," "woman," and, until later in life, "mother." That was Lil, with her booming voice, her high energy, her self-promotion, her drive for success, her critical intelligence, her scorn for stupidity.
And it is not so different here, at the nursing home.