My mother came down with Alzheimer's a couple of years ago. When I look back, she was showing signs, but I didn't recognize them. In fact, it wasn't until she broke her hip and was hospitalized that it was discovered she had it.
I had fought to have her placed in a skilled nursing facility. We didn't have the room or the means to care for her at home. My brother or sisters didn't either; we live on very low incomes.
I can see more and more how she is failing. She can't put words together anymore and can't talk. She smiles when she sees us, but doesn't even know she has children, except for her stuffed dog.
It is depressing to visit her, but it's more depressing if I don't. She is too far away for me to visit often enough, especially with these gas prices. I volunteer at a nursing home near to me; working there makes me miss my mother.