ALZHEIMER'S BLOG
I just came from a call to a nursing home for a 86 yr old female with history of dementia and aphasia. Was told this patients H&H on Dec 23 was 11.3 and today her H&H is 8.5. The doctor at the nursing home wants to rule out a GI bleed. I am writing this to let you see what it is like for this patient with dementia / Alzheimer's.
We got on scene to find this patient in PT/OT at the nursing home. She has no idea what is going on and when my partner wants her to come on to our gurney she refuses. So the nursing aids help and transfer her to our gurney. I am with the nurse taking a report and I don't see what is going on. Finally my partner comes up to me and tells me that the patient does not want him to touch her. I thank God that he gave me such love and compassion for elderly people. I find her on the gurney scared. I take her hands in mine and get to her level looking at her in her eyes to get her attention. She is not sure at first she wants to talk to me but after my kiss on her check she starts to trust me. She can tell me her name but has no idea how old she is or what her birthday is. I ask her if she knows what is going on, and she tells me no, and that she wants to go home. I reassure her that if she was not loved by her doctor we would not be here and that she needs to come to the hospital with us. I ask her if I can take her vitals and put on a pulse ox and she shakes her head yes. She is quiet while en route to the hospital but as we are reaching our destination we are told that this hospital is on divert and not taking ambulances right now. So we have to take her to a different hospital 15 minutes away. She is confused as I try to explain to her what is going on. As we get her to the hospital she quietly awaits to see what is next. My partner tries to take her temperature but she won't let him. We bring her to her room and two male nurse aids come in to take care of her. I remind them that she has dementia, and is frightened so to use gentle gloves with her. As I am finishing my paper work by the nurse station the two nurse aids come out frustrated telling me that she won't let them take off her blouse to put on a hospital gown and she is trying to hit them. So I go into the room, take her hands in mine and explain to her that I have to change her and ask the men to leave the room.
Remember the stages of Alzheimer's. Memory loss, difficulty with familiar tasks, confusion with time and place, trouble with vocabulary, with drawl from social activities, changes in mood and personality.
Now imagine how you would feel in this situation. First you are told to go to a hospital and don't understand why, yet really want to go. Next as you get to one that is across the street you find you are in the vehicle longer than it should be. Now some young men are trying to take off your clothes. Just put your self in her shoes.
Alzheimer's is just as scary for the patient as it is for the caregiver. Remember to have patience, and try to remember who they were before the disease took over their mind.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
Seaboard Press an Imprint Of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
ALZHEIMER'S BLOGGING:
Yesterday at work it broke my heart as I was called for a 91 year old female whose blood pressure was falling 88/52. As we got to the nursing home they told me they took her blood pressure twice in an hour and her blood pressure kept falling. We found this frail, weak women lying in bed. I noticed something dark around her lips. I took a cloth and wet it, and dabbed it to her lips to see it was crusty and pussy. I was standing on her right side and asked her when was the last time she ate a meal. She just looked at me curiously and kept saying "what". We carefully sheet lifted her to our gurney and took her vitals. Now I was standing on the left side of her. I already kind of put her off to being with dementia, but I decided to ask a couple of other questions. To my surprise she told me her age, where she lived, even her social security number. We were relieved to see that her blood pressure was not low like I was told, but she was dehydrated, weak and frail. I decided to read her paper work and low and behold, this lovely lady was deaf in her right ear.
This brought me to a memory of my father in law. We had a party for him with a lot of his relatives. He was so cute, smiling, and saying hello to every one. One of his favorite things to say when you ask him, how he is feeling is, 'If I was feeling any better there would be two of me.' The next day my sister called me and said she thought that there was nothing wrong with my father in law. She said that he knew who she was. Very carefully I asked her if he ever called her by her first name. "No," she replied. "But we talked about the times when we met for lunch." I asked her if she brought it up or if he did. "Well I did," she answered." But he said he remembered." I made her think about the conversation and finally she agreed that all he did was agree with her.
That is one of the frustrating things about Alzheimer's. The person who has it can put on an act, and if you don't know better, you won't see what is wrong. One of the first things I did when I moved into my father in laws house was really talk to him and see what he knew and did not know. I asked him simple questions and I found out that he did know his name and his birthday. But he had no idea how old he was, had no idea who I was, only remembered two of his three children's names, and he did not know that we were in his house. I took out a photo album that I had made for my father and mother in law about four years earlier and we went through it. He did not recognize the people in the album and would ask me who they were. Although a couple of times he surprised me and recognized his wife. But than he asked me where she was. I had to explain to him that she already passed away. Than he asked me if they were happy together.
Alzheimer's stole his mind from him. It took his identity away. The man I once knew was gone. It is not fair. It is such a terrible disease. I do hope that we can find a cure soon. Alzheimer's starts with impaired memory, to impaired thoughts and speech, and finally to complete helplessness. Nerve cells die to areas of the brain that are vital to memory, and other mental abilities. The connections to the nerve cells are disrupted which affect memory, judgement and thinking.
I just wanted to share this with you. If you are going through something like this I want you to know that you are not alone. If you need to vent, ask questions or just want to talk, write me. I will try to help or just be a good listener. Remember life is a gift and family is very important.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
Seaboard Press an Imprint of James A Rock Pub., Co
www.mariefostino.com
Yesterday at work it broke my heart as I was called for a 91 year old female whose blood pressure was falling 88/52. As we got to the nursing home they told me they took her blood pressure twice in an hour and her blood pressure kept falling. We found this frail, weak women lying in bed. I noticed something dark around her lips. I took a cloth and wet it, and dabbed it to her lips to see it was crusty and pussy. I was standing on her right side and asked her when was the last time she ate a meal. She just looked at me curiously and kept saying "what". We carefully sheet lifted her to our gurney and took her vitals. Now I was standing on the left side of her. I already kind of put her off to being with dementia, but I decided to ask a couple of other questions. To my surprise she told me her age, where she lived, even her social security number. We were relieved to see that her blood pressure was not low like I was told, but she was dehydrated, weak and frail. I decided to read her paper work and low and behold, this lovely lady was deaf in her right ear.
This brought me to a memory of my father in law. We had a party for him with a lot of his relatives. He was so cute, smiling, and saying hello to every one. One of his favorite things to say when you ask him, how he is feeling is, 'If I was feeling any better there would be two of me.' The next day my sister called me and said she thought that there was nothing wrong with my father in law. She said that he knew who she was. Very carefully I asked her if he ever called her by her first name. "No," she replied. "But we talked about the times when we met for lunch." I asked her if she brought it up or if he did. "Well I did," she answered." But he said he remembered." I made her think about the conversation and finally she agreed that all he did was agree with her.
That is one of the frustrating things about Alzheimer's. The person who has it can put on an act, and if you don't know better, you won't see what is wrong. One of the first things I did when I moved into my father in laws house was really talk to him and see what he knew and did not know. I asked him simple questions and I found out that he did know his name and his birthday. But he had no idea how old he was, had no idea who I was, only remembered two of his three children's names, and he did not know that we were in his house. I took out a photo album that I had made for my father and mother in law about four years earlier and we went through it. He did not recognize the people in the album and would ask me who they were. Although a couple of times he surprised me and recognized his wife. But than he asked me where she was. I had to explain to him that she already passed away. Than he asked me if they were happy together.
Alzheimer's stole his mind from him. It took his identity away. The man I once knew was gone. It is not fair. It is such a terrible disease. I do hope that we can find a cure soon. Alzheimer's starts with impaired memory, to impaired thoughts and speech, and finally to complete helplessness. Nerve cells die to areas of the brain that are vital to memory, and other mental abilities. The connections to the nerve cells are disrupted which affect memory, judgement and thinking.
I just wanted to share this with you. If you are going through something like this I want you to know that you are not alone. If you need to vent, ask questions or just want to talk, write me. I will try to help or just be a good listener. Remember life is a gift and family is very important.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
Seaboard Press an Imprint of James A Rock Pub., Co
www.mariefostino.com
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
ALZHEIMER'S BLOGGING:
It felt so good yesterday to come home and sleep a few hours and than to lounge around in my pajamas and robe for the rest of the day. Jimmy made me a great meal, and than a warm bubble bath came excitedly to finish the day before bed. I hate when I am not feeling good. But I am so happy to be in my own home.
We moved into my father in laws house, when it was decided that his confusion was to much for my sister in law to handle. We quit our jobs, and found new ones by him. We wanted him to stay in his own comfortable environment, to know where he was, and not be scared. But as you know one of the signs of Alzheimer's is disorientation to time and place. The day we moved in, dad saw the big truck in his driveway and all the boxes we were taking out. As he would walk through his house, he would ask us why we were taking his things. Even after we showed him that inside the boxes was our stuff he was still confused.
We didn't live there for very long before he started asking us to take him home. He was very polite and would thank us for letting him live with us but he had to go and take care of things in his own house. This was hard to understand. But in time we figured it out. He had only lived in two houses his whole married life. The address of his first house kept coming to his mind and he wanted to go back. Jimmy did drive him there one day, and dad was really confused when he noticed that it did not look the same anymore. Than when Jimmy drove him back, he recognized this house. But each day was the same thing. He would say he wants to go home, and than when we would drive him around the block and back to this house he would say thank you for taking him back home.
I know how difficult it is taking care of a person with this awful disease called Alzheimer's. Sometimes you need to vent. I am here if you need to vent or just ask any questions. I know your heart is in the right place or you would not be taking care of your loved one. But it is not an easy job. God Bless You. You are an angel here on earth. Some day they will be gone, but your memories will last. When you are getting really frustrated take some respite time. Remember if you don't take care of your self, how are you going to take care of anyone else.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretaker Journal
Seaboard Press an Imprint of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
It felt so good yesterday to come home and sleep a few hours and than to lounge around in my pajamas and robe for the rest of the day. Jimmy made me a great meal, and than a warm bubble bath came excitedly to finish the day before bed. I hate when I am not feeling good. But I am so happy to be in my own home.
We moved into my father in laws house, when it was decided that his confusion was to much for my sister in law to handle. We quit our jobs, and found new ones by him. We wanted him to stay in his own comfortable environment, to know where he was, and not be scared. But as you know one of the signs of Alzheimer's is disorientation to time and place. The day we moved in, dad saw the big truck in his driveway and all the boxes we were taking out. As he would walk through his house, he would ask us why we were taking his things. Even after we showed him that inside the boxes was our stuff he was still confused.
We didn't live there for very long before he started asking us to take him home. He was very polite and would thank us for letting him live with us but he had to go and take care of things in his own house. This was hard to understand. But in time we figured it out. He had only lived in two houses his whole married life. The address of his first house kept coming to his mind and he wanted to go back. Jimmy did drive him there one day, and dad was really confused when he noticed that it did not look the same anymore. Than when Jimmy drove him back, he recognized this house. But each day was the same thing. He would say he wants to go home, and than when we would drive him around the block and back to this house he would say thank you for taking him back home.
I know how difficult it is taking care of a person with this awful disease called Alzheimer's. Sometimes you need to vent. I am here if you need to vent or just ask any questions. I know your heart is in the right place or you would not be taking care of your loved one. But it is not an easy job. God Bless You. You are an angel here on earth. Some day they will be gone, but your memories will last. When you are getting really frustrated take some respite time. Remember if you don't take care of your self, how are you going to take care of anyone else.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretaker Journal
Seaboard Press an Imprint of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
Monday, January 4, 2010
ALZHEIMER'S BLOGGING:
Well as you might know I work on an Ambulance as my daily job. I prefer doing what is called GT (general transport). That means instead of going to car accidents I like going to nursing homes. I just have a soft heart for old people. But in dealing with that I also have people coughing on me, throwing up on me, and sneezing on me. So wouldn't you know it, last night in the middle of the night my body decided to get sick. You see, on an ambulance we work different kind of shifts. We work 24 hrs at a time. Why? Because you never know when someone is going to call us to help somebody. We have an apartment which we call a station to live in during that time. And after we clean our ambulance, apartment, and stock up we have time if permits to watch TV or sleep.
This last week of working I have had some pretty sick people to take care of. They have the flu, or common cold, and I am picking them up and bringing them to the hospital. Needless to say, in the middle of the night last night as I was taking a nap, I woke up with a sore throat. Feels like cotton in my throat, and coughing, and runny nose.
The poor Alzheimer's pt has no idea that they are sick. They don't complain, and you have to keep an eye on them to make sure that they are drinking fluids, and not running a fever. I remember with my father in law, watching him walk up and down the halls praying to Mother Mary. When I got him to the doctor I found out he was in a lot of pain. That he needed a new hip. But dad could not tell me that. He never complained of being in pain, he just walked slowly down the hall, holding on to the wall, praying.
You have to have a six sense when watching your loved one with Alzheimer's. You have to try and stay one step ahead of them, anticipating their wants and needs. It is not an easy job, but it is a wonderful compassionate job. Just remember that life is a gift and we need to make every second count. I am here if you need to talk to someone.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
An Imprint of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
Well as you might know I work on an Ambulance as my daily job. I prefer doing what is called GT (general transport). That means instead of going to car accidents I like going to nursing homes. I just have a soft heart for old people. But in dealing with that I also have people coughing on me, throwing up on me, and sneezing on me. So wouldn't you know it, last night in the middle of the night my body decided to get sick. You see, on an ambulance we work different kind of shifts. We work 24 hrs at a time. Why? Because you never know when someone is going to call us to help somebody. We have an apartment which we call a station to live in during that time. And after we clean our ambulance, apartment, and stock up we have time if permits to watch TV or sleep.
This last week of working I have had some pretty sick people to take care of. They have the flu, or common cold, and I am picking them up and bringing them to the hospital. Needless to say, in the middle of the night last night as I was taking a nap, I woke up with a sore throat. Feels like cotton in my throat, and coughing, and runny nose.
The poor Alzheimer's pt has no idea that they are sick. They don't complain, and you have to keep an eye on them to make sure that they are drinking fluids, and not running a fever. I remember with my father in law, watching him walk up and down the halls praying to Mother Mary. When I got him to the doctor I found out he was in a lot of pain. That he needed a new hip. But dad could not tell me that. He never complained of being in pain, he just walked slowly down the hall, holding on to the wall, praying.
You have to have a six sense when watching your loved one with Alzheimer's. You have to try and stay one step ahead of them, anticipating their wants and needs. It is not an easy job, but it is a wonderful compassionate job. Just remember that life is a gift and we need to make every second count. I am here if you need to talk to someone.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
An Imprint of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
Sunday, January 3, 2010
ALZHEIMER'S BLOG
I don't really like coffee myself but I do enjoy the smell of it in the morning. When I first got married, we lived in the basement of my in-laws house where my father in law had built an apartment. One of the memories I have is the smell of coffee in the morning. Both my mother and father in law had to have their coffee to start their day. I am a morning person and would wake up in the morning very talkative, and alive. They liked it quiet in the morning, and when I would run upstairs to say hi, they would be sitting there waiting on their coffee and telling me it was to early to be talking. In time they got themselves a timer for their coffee pot so that the coffee would be made before they got up.
One of the major signs of Alzheimer's is difficult performing familiar tasks. My husband remembered one morning when he caught dad making coffee. Dad had coffee for over fifty years and definitely knew how to make it. But this one day dad did not change the grounds, and than he took the old cold coffee inside the pot and was pouring it back through. It just broke Jimmy's heart to see that.
As the disease got worse dad forgot how to turn on and off the TV set, and turn on and off the light switches. This is such a terrible disease. It is so hard to see a man that taught you so much about life, now not know how to make coffee, or turn on a light switch.
Being a caregiver is a very hard job. It hurts to see your loved one so incapable of doing every day things. Just remember to have patience with them. Show them that you love them, and don't criticise them.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
Seaboard Press an Imprint Of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
I don't really like coffee myself but I do enjoy the smell of it in the morning. When I first got married, we lived in the basement of my in-laws house where my father in law had built an apartment. One of the memories I have is the smell of coffee in the morning. Both my mother and father in law had to have their coffee to start their day. I am a morning person and would wake up in the morning very talkative, and alive. They liked it quiet in the morning, and when I would run upstairs to say hi, they would be sitting there waiting on their coffee and telling me it was to early to be talking. In time they got themselves a timer for their coffee pot so that the coffee would be made before they got up.
One of the major signs of Alzheimer's is difficult performing familiar tasks. My husband remembered one morning when he caught dad making coffee. Dad had coffee for over fifty years and definitely knew how to make it. But this one day dad did not change the grounds, and than he took the old cold coffee inside the pot and was pouring it back through. It just broke Jimmy's heart to see that.
As the disease got worse dad forgot how to turn on and off the TV set, and turn on and off the light switches. This is such a terrible disease. It is so hard to see a man that taught you so much about life, now not know how to make coffee, or turn on a light switch.
Being a caregiver is a very hard job. It hurts to see your loved one so incapable of doing every day things. Just remember to have patience with them. Show them that you love them, and don't criticise them.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
Seaboard Press an Imprint Of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
Saturday, January 2, 2010
ALZHEIMER'S BLOG
Happy 2nd day of January. So the question is how many days will it be before you quit putting 2009 at the end of your dates and remember it is 2010.
Memory loss is one of the major signs we look for in Alzheimer's. I have a wonderful tune I like to remember, and I get so angry at myself when I can't remember it. It was sung to me when I was a teenager by a boyfriend named Greg. And although the infatuation left me about Greg the song stayed in my heart. It is called Mr Bojangles by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.
I know that when I have trouble remembering something I am always keeping in the back of my mind, ' Do I have Alzheimer's'.
Forgetting information is an early sign of Dementia. The person seems to forget more often and doesn't recall it later. They seem to forget important dates or events, and ask the same information over and over again. They have unexplainable confusion at home. They may have forgotten a conversation that you just had with them.
But remember that it is normal to forget things. What is not normal is the information not coming back to you later.
I often use to drive with my father in law to pick up Aunt Yolanda and Aunt Ann, and bring the three of them to a nursing home to see Aunt Betty. We would stay for about an hour and visit and than I would bring them to a restaurant for lunch. It was always such a lovely time, even though a lot of the time my father in law would fall asleep while we visited. I will never forget one time when I was driving home, and a truck passed us by. All of a sudden my father in law took his fist and hit the dash. I jumped and looked at him with frightened eyes. Then he looked at me with tears in his eyes and told me he wished he could still drive a semi. My heart broke. Did he know what was happening to him? It is hard to say. I can't put my feet in his shoes even though I tried. But it wasn't much after that when he asked me where we were going and why was he in the car.
Being a caregiver is a hard and compassionate job. No one will know what you are going through or how you feel. They will not understand when you feel hurt, or anxious, or even angry. Just remember that to the world you are just one person but to that one person you are their world. I hope this helps someone out there. I am here if you need to make any comments or have any questions. Happy New Year.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
Seaboard Press an Imprint Of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
Happy 2nd day of January. So the question is how many days will it be before you quit putting 2009 at the end of your dates and remember it is 2010.
Memory loss is one of the major signs we look for in Alzheimer's. I have a wonderful tune I like to remember, and I get so angry at myself when I can't remember it. It was sung to me when I was a teenager by a boyfriend named Greg. And although the infatuation left me about Greg the song stayed in my heart. It is called Mr Bojangles by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.
I know that when I have trouble remembering something I am always keeping in the back of my mind, ' Do I have Alzheimer's'.
Forgetting information is an early sign of Dementia. The person seems to forget more often and doesn't recall it later. They seem to forget important dates or events, and ask the same information over and over again. They have unexplainable confusion at home. They may have forgotten a conversation that you just had with them.
But remember that it is normal to forget things. What is not normal is the information not coming back to you later.
I often use to drive with my father in law to pick up Aunt Yolanda and Aunt Ann, and bring the three of them to a nursing home to see Aunt Betty. We would stay for about an hour and visit and than I would bring them to a restaurant for lunch. It was always such a lovely time, even though a lot of the time my father in law would fall asleep while we visited. I will never forget one time when I was driving home, and a truck passed us by. All of a sudden my father in law took his fist and hit the dash. I jumped and looked at him with frightened eyes. Then he looked at me with tears in his eyes and told me he wished he could still drive a semi. My heart broke. Did he know what was happening to him? It is hard to say. I can't put my feet in his shoes even though I tried. But it wasn't much after that when he asked me where we were going and why was he in the car.
Being a caregiver is a hard and compassionate job. No one will know what you are going through or how you feel. They will not understand when you feel hurt, or anxious, or even angry. Just remember that to the world you are just one person but to that one person you are their world. I hope this helps someone out there. I am here if you need to make any comments or have any questions. Happy New Year.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
Seaboard Press an Imprint Of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
Friday, January 1, 2010
ALZHEIMER'S BLOG
HAPPY NEW YEAR:
Well just like the rest of you, I have been busy today taking down our tree and putting away all the Christmas decorations. Saying good bye to last year will be easy. It has been real hard since my husband has not had a job for a year and I have been putting in so much overtime to make ends meet. But thank God I have a job.
As Jimmy and I were taking down the lights, I couldn't help but think about past Christmas's. The one that comes to my mind is the first one we ever had at this house. We moved here in sunny Arizona in Oct 2003. Dad could not remember anything about his life anymore, so we knew it was safe to move him with us. That November my daughter Jessica had got engaged at the Grand Canyon, right in front of us. But as life has it, at the same time my daughter Jennifer who was in the Army National Guard got her orders to go to Iran. We tried hard to make this a Christmas we wouldn't forget. So as dad sat on his favorite chair snoozing, we were all busy making Christmas happen. Jessica and Regina were busy decorating the yard, Jimmy was on the roof putting up lights, and Adias was putting up our little Christmas town. I decided that this year we would get a fake tree, (for the first time) and make it patriotic. I did it in all red, white and blue, with little flags and ornaments to match. It was a hard Christmas, for a couple of reasons. First I hated to see dad the way he was. I have so many memories of him playing Santa Clause. And of course I was scared knowing my baby was going to Iran. She was so brave, especially to her daughter. I must have shed a lot of tears that Christmas. But God is always watching us and that is always a comfort.
I know that there is a lot of people out there dealing with this terrible disease. I am going to try and blog this year, with the hopes of helping you deal with your loved one. To let see the good times and the bad times that we shared as a family. To let you know that you are not alone.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
Seaboard Press An Imprint of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
HAPPY NEW YEAR:
Well just like the rest of you, I have been busy today taking down our tree and putting away all the Christmas decorations. Saying good bye to last year will be easy. It has been real hard since my husband has not had a job for a year and I have been putting in so much overtime to make ends meet. But thank God I have a job.
As Jimmy and I were taking down the lights, I couldn't help but think about past Christmas's. The one that comes to my mind is the first one we ever had at this house. We moved here in sunny Arizona in Oct 2003. Dad could not remember anything about his life anymore, so we knew it was safe to move him with us. That November my daughter Jessica had got engaged at the Grand Canyon, right in front of us. But as life has it, at the same time my daughter Jennifer who was in the Army National Guard got her orders to go to Iran. We tried hard to make this a Christmas we wouldn't forget. So as dad sat on his favorite chair snoozing, we were all busy making Christmas happen. Jessica and Regina were busy decorating the yard, Jimmy was on the roof putting up lights, and Adias was putting up our little Christmas town. I decided that this year we would get a fake tree, (for the first time) and make it patriotic. I did it in all red, white and blue, with little flags and ornaments to match. It was a hard Christmas, for a couple of reasons. First I hated to see dad the way he was. I have so many memories of him playing Santa Clause. And of course I was scared knowing my baby was going to Iran. She was so brave, especially to her daughter. I must have shed a lot of tears that Christmas. But God is always watching us and that is always a comfort.
I know that there is a lot of people out there dealing with this terrible disease. I am going to try and blog this year, with the hopes of helping you deal with your loved one. To let see the good times and the bad times that we shared as a family. To let you know that you are not alone.
Sincerely,
Marie Fostino
Alzheimer's A Caretakers Journal
Seaboard Press An Imprint of James A Rock Pub., Co.
www.mariefostino.com
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