A few years ago, my mother — my best friend — became victim to Alzheimer's. One night, she was sitting in her house alone, in the dark, as I stopped by to check on her. She hadn't eaten or fed her little dog. That was when I realized she needed to be seen by a professional.
Many years (and many changes) later, she is in an assisted-living facility. Now she has the care she needs, and I know she is watched, fed and cared for daily. I tried to have her live with me in the beginning, but that ended up in six months of confusion. She now seems happy to hang out with her new friends. I used to visit every day, but after about six months, I could no longer keep up the pace. She also seems sort of bothered by the visits.
My sister and I are her legal guardian, and we have endured so many sad times. Everything is left up to us. My sweet husband helps us in business matters and offers us comfort.
Mostly, I'm angry. My mom gave to others and loved others. She was so smart and beautiful.
What can I tell anyone in this situation? Just face the truth. The person you loved will not be back. It is not your fault.
I wear a ring on my index finger that says, "Accept." I look at it often. Every little change in her upsets me. I have to always let it go.
I would rather die now than to ever go through this disease. Whenever I forget anything, I go into a spin. The fear is large. The answers are few.