lust, charliehunnam
At some point, a team of doctors and nurses arrived to assess the situation, and Mom became slightly more lucid.

“Can you tell me your name?” one of them asked.

“Nora Ephron,” she said, nodding.

“Can you tell me where you are?”

“New York Hospital.”

“Who is the president of the United States?”

At this point, my mother looked annoyed, gave a roll of the eyes and refused to answer the question, which later on was the source of some debate between Max and me about whether her sarcasm and humor remained even as her memory and focus faded or whether she was simply irritated at being treated like an infant.

This part made me really sad and reminded me of when my grandmother was dying - she was a very stubborn woman before she got ill so sometimes we couldn't tell if her irritation was the "old her" or proof that her mind was fading.

Nora was a great woman - her memoir I Remember Nothing made me laugh out loud on the tube.