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Walking Grief… Or Coping With the Act of Dying
I’ve been contemplating this idea of “walking grief” lately…….. mostly, I’m just trying to describe how I feel………….. I’m not always sad, I have sad days, but I’m not sad. On the flipside, I’m not happy...
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Friends With Benefits and Alzheimer’s Disease…
………………………….Can make for a pretty complicated relationship. Actually, I just saw the comedy Friends With Benefits last night and wanted to share because the movie touches on Alzheimer’s disease…………....
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2920 Days and Counting……. Or How Time Contorts Your Soul
When it comes to dementia and demented events, there are very few things that actually disturb me anymore…………….. or, I should say, disturb me for extended periods of time. After all, I’ve been dealing...
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My Morning With Mom… A Composite
My mom isn’t yelling much. This is a new development. It wasn’t long ago that she would howl when I would walk into her room. “Shhhhh. It’s OK. Shhhhh. I’m here. Shhhhh.” She’d turn her head, look at...
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Five Survival Tips for Caregivers
Caregivers bear the brunt of a lot, which is why, in the process of caring for our loved ones, we need to take care of ourselves, too. Or so I tell myself every single day.
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Benjamin Button Effect: What Do You Do When Your Mom Cries Out Like a Baby?
It was around 8pm last night when I started watching some of the videos I had taken of my mom. In the more recent ones, she is yelling — a lot. That’s all she can do. She can’t talk. I … Continue...
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A New Chapter… Life After Death & Dementia
I don’t really know what to say at this point. The thing is, I still have a lot to say. I want to tell our story. I have to. I need to keep going because, well, what else am I going to do? Sit back...
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Who Am I Now That She’s Gone
There are a lot of similarities between a small child and someone living with dementia. Specifically, frontotemporal degeneration. I remember so many of my mom’s odd quirks. Once, she poured her Coke...
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