In the mid 20-teens, my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease. By that time he was already starting to have mental slip-ups, enough that when he received the diagnosis, he seemed to promptly forget it. After twice having to tell him that he had the disease, my stepmom decided that maybe he didn’t need the reminders and just… Read More »
On a spring day about a year ago, after urging another particularly eloquent friend to not give up on his blog, I realized that I hadn’t really answered for myself that question of why I keep a blog. Why do I write, and in particular why this blog? I’ve been mulling over this for over a year now, and here’s my answer: This blog is my legacy.
When a loved-one’s diagnosis with Alzheimer’s syndrome is still brand new, it is easy to get buried deep in denial. If you catch yourself saying “When this gets better…,” this is proof that you are being incredibly unrealistic and setting yourself up for a bad time. It will not get better or go away: things will only get worse and you just aren’t preparing for it.