Okay. It's official. I HATE ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE.
My grandmother had it, eventually had to be placed in a nursing home before she passed on. I have friend's that are going through it with their parents. My daughter A is dating a super nice guy and his dad has it. My birth step dad (I can explain that) has it.
And my mother-in-law has it.
What prompts this post is the first of many trips I am sure we will be making to a medical facility to treat the side effects of having Alzheimer's.
My mother in law fell yesterday. Cut her head, bruised herself all up and can't put pressure on her left leg. They x-rayed and poked and prodded, all to her complaining about wanting to go home and wondering why she was in the hospital.
Nothing broke, glued the gash on her head closed and sent her home.
To a home that is too dangerous for someone that has a hurt leg and Alzheimer's. To a home that has no one there but a dog, that probably tripped her up in the first place.
I didn't sleep well last night, my hubs didn't either. The inevitable has come. She is going to have to have around the clock medical care - or care for that matter.
Living this far away from her is hard, especially since my husband is the one she considers her "protector". Anything through her life that has been hard, he has always fixed one way or the other. So today, we investigate, talk, arrange, care, clean and comfort.
Stupid, stupid Alzheimer's has stolen another victim. Someone that never deserved to be taken.
