Blogger Jane Robinson Shares Life with Dementia in Memory for Two
By Jane Robinson, Blogger at Memory for Two When my husband was diagnosed with dementia at the age of 58, it was the week before Christmas 2017, and followed two years of
By Jane Robinson, Blogger at Memory for Two When my husband was diagnosed with dementia at the age of 58, it was the week before Christmas 2017, and followed two years of
ABOUT AMIE, by Susan Wingate I started blogging about my Mom, Amie, after she moved in with us―after the Alzheimer’s, the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), and the schizophrenia nearly killed her
By Renée Harmon, MD When my husband, Harvey, was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s disease at age fifty, our carefully balanced life plan capsized almost overnight. He and I had shared responsibilities
By Tio Stib Six years ago, I lost my sight, then discovered my wife was losing her mind to dementia. Our life took a sharp detour as I became her sole caregiver.
Memories will fade, but my Alzheimer’s journey will live on in my words. By Marco Curt Davids My journey with Alzheimer’s started when I heard through the family grapevine that my father’s
By Lorrie Beauchamp I leaped into caregiving for my parents with all the confidence and swagger of an entrepreneur, and was quickly brought to my knees by the reality of Alzheimer’s. What
By Judith Clarke, Blogger at Dementia Isn’t Funny Laughter costs nothing and works instantly. Take off everything but your underwear,” the nurse said. “Doctor will be in shortly.” She handed my husband a gown and
By Rachel Hiles When I became my grandma’s caregiver, I searched desperately for support. No, not home-delivered meals or adult daycare. Not home care agencies or government programs. No, I was on
Stumped Town Dementia: Punching Dementia in the face one day at a time. By Lickety Glitz I started… … to worry that Mom’s behavior wasn’t old age quirky-ness, but possibly a much
By Miriam Green When my mom, Naomi, was first diagnosed with Alzheimer’s I felt relieved. The doctors had finally acknowledged what our family had surmised for almost a year—Mom was losing her
