"We interrupt this blog to enter a contest...How Crochet (Is Saving) My Life"

Once I realized the benefits of crocheting I began to do it with serious vigor.

Dementia had overtaken my grandmother. Unable to care for herself, my mother moved her in with us in my late teens. “She was too good of a mother to send to a nursing home” mom would declare time and again. She directed these comments at me, not-so-subtlety suggesting what I was to do with her should the time come.

The time came much too quickly. My mother started forgetting and having trouble telling stories she had told hundreds of times. Two people in one week asked me, “Is your mother okay?” I had no choice but to confront her about her obvious problem. She was angered at my questions; they were probably hitting close to home. She said that nothing was wrong her, and I let it go, already knowing the truth. Still, I read an informative book on defeating Alzheimer’s and prepared a lovely gift basket with all of the things that the author said should be used to banish Alzheimer’s to the ends of the earth where it belongs. Amongst the crossword puzzles, fish oils and multivitamins was a crochet hook and yarn. Crochet is supposed to reduce the risk of memory impairment. As long as the mind is actively engaged in a task, such as reading, learning a new language, or crocheting, the brain has a fighting chance. She refused the gift, the reality of her situation being too much.

I am not only fighting for myself, I am fighting for my daughters. I want them to learn crochet to fight off mental decline too. We make fun of the old grandmas rocking in their chairs, hook and yarn in hand but Granny had a point. We should not wait until old age. At 60, my mom knew something was wrong but her decline had begun in earnest. Today, three years later she tries to wash the dishes with olive oil, wandered and was lost for hours, and does not even remember that I am her daughter. With the strong genetic history going against us, my daughters and I do not have time to waste. I want to give myself that chance. Alzheimer’s has claimed two women in family. I do not want it to claim a third.

So I read voraciously. I do crosswords and Sudoku, although I am still on the easy puzzles. I try to get my eight hours of rest. I eat blueberries ad nauseum. I swim and/or bike almost every day. I take a daily multivitamin alongside a dose of omega-3 oil, and I crochet. I do it for once and future self. I do it for my grandmother and my daughters. Most ironically I do it for my mom, who in teaching me to crochet was actually teaching me how to save myself.