My Grandmother has Dementia/Alzheimer's, whatever you would like to call it. I would just as soon call it what is really is...EVIL. It is a cruel way to live your life. I have only learned a little about dementia since Granny was officially diagnosed. I know there is no cure. There is not nearly enough money being spent on research. It affects all races, color, creed but chooses to feed mainly on women. Am I going to have it? There is just no way to know. So they tell me to make sure I do the daily crossword and learn a foreign language. They say just do something to make your brain think. What are they talking about? My brain thinks every day. That's how I live and work and even do the simple things like get dressed in the morning.
My heart aches most nights when I talk to her. I do my best to call her every single day. Sometimes twice a day. Each time I do it's a new adventure. After I do the usual explaining of who she lives with, how they are related to her, there is a lul in the conversation. We chit chat about small things like what we ate that day or what trouble our cat has been getting into lately. Then she starts to cry, almost uncontrollably and tell me that she misses so many things. She can't seem to tell me what she misses and I can't help her. I just sit with her and cry with her. I reassure her and tell her I love her and that we will never leave her. That's the best I can do. Then I go cry myself to sleep because my heart is breaking.
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