There really is a positive in almost every situation, even Alzheimer’s disease.
My Mum hates pork. Whenever we took her out to lunch she would say that she would eat anything except pork. Once we ordered, she would check and double check that we hadn’t changed her request to pork. No matter the level of reassurance she would not relax until her meal arrived and she could see with her own eyes it was not pork. She never explained why she hated pork so much, I can only envision that she was scared by a pork chop as a small child.
The nurse entered Mum’s room and announced that they were all having roast pork for lunch and wasn’t that “just delicious”. Mum agreed wholeheartedly.
Maybe the lesson is not to “hate” in the first place?