My parents were here visiting from Louisiana for a week for my son’s high school graduation, and left today to return home. My dad is suffering with Alzheimer’s, which means we are all suffering–mostly my mom, who is with him day and night. This is a fairly recent onset, so it may come as news to some who know us. The disease was slowly progressing for awhile, and now it’s come on very aggressively since November.
We have to make plans and decisions, which will change everything. So many go through it, and it’s never less than horrible for anyone I’ve known. We understand we aren’t alone, and yet, we are in so many ways. I know my dad is very lonely, even when surrounded by those who care so deeply. He’s alone inside his confused mind. And it’s horrible to watch. There isn’t enough medication in the world to keep him from suffering the fear, and anxiety right now, the understanding that his life he’s known is ending a little more every day.
The indignities one suffers at the hands of this disease are unspeakable, as they are with most incurable and progressive illnesses. The back-breaking demand of physical and mental labor for the primary caregiver and loved one is unfair beyond belief.
Nothing I’m saying about this disease comes as a surprise to any of you. These days, nearly everyone has been touched by Alzheimer’s and dementia. Why? Who knows. Will I develop it? God, I hope not.
My dad is in his mid-seventies and healthy besides this disease, and both his parents lived well into their nineties. How long can this go on? I hate to speculate for so many reasons.
If you pray, please do that. If you’re more comfortable with sending thoughts and good wishes, we’ll take ’em. Hugs, both virtual or otherwise are much appreciated.
I share because it makes me feel less alone. And that’s what blogs are for. You’ve signed up for this one because something I’ve said along the way made you smile or nod.
Thanks for being a friend.