Ah, the doctors list the stages from mild forgetfulness to advanced, but inside a home, it starts with the gas left on, then falls, then a familiar face becoming a stranger's. From here, I've learned the real stage is not in the patient, but in the caregiver's exhaustion. My savings now pay for a full-time aide in my mother's Gangtok home, because a leaking roof is one thing, but a parent wandering out in the Sikkim rain is another.
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