Some comments on my last post lead me to write a little amount this devastating disease.
Thank goodness my husband is age related dementia, which happens to a large proportion of the population in their late 80’s. Because of this I am a 24/7 caregiver to him. I have to do his medications for him, often remind him to take a shower, and answer the same question several times a day.
In September, and November when we went down to one of our timeshares, that we exchange for the same place in Treasure Island every year, hubby became so disorientated that we had to make the decision to deed it back. This is finally going through with us paying all the legal fees, and any extra ones that they included.
Every day something could trigger off a reaction, so I have learned to only fight the battles that are life threatening, or extremely important. It was suggested that I talk with him, and explain things. This just makes him mad, and I am told that I am not his mother, or he is not my child.
I don’t speak out about this, because it is so personal, but I was quite upset with some comments about what I should have done.
I have kept him alive for so many years with his 5 chronic illnesses, and his own daughter said he would have died many times if it wasn’t for me, and the way I take care of him.
Sorry if I have gone on a bit, but being a caregiver is so stressful, that at times I feel as if I just want to get away from the situation. Of course I will never do it, and I love him so much.
I was an administrator for an A.L.F. for several years, and a caregiver for another 10.