It was a hard day.

Today, I took my mom to a physician to diagnose her stage of dementia. She couldn't answer many questions asked by him. She was too proud so I thought that to accept her situation was very hard for her. But she and I should accept this situation for her better future.

The doctor asked her, "Do you cook?" She asked me to take some vegetable to cook, but I didn't see her cooking. Usually all meals are served to her in her nursery home, so she doesn't need to cook. "Cooking is the best method to prevent demetia."

I decided not to help her and asked her to do domestic things for her.