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Tag: alzheimer

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Are you my Mother?
Posted On 11/25/2008 13:19:59 by puppetlady50
The days are moving by so quickly.  I can barely remember now the first time we sat with you in the hospital while doctors and nurses came in and out to make sure you were still doing okay.  The changes in your body were taking hold of your mind and before we knew it you began to slip away from us.  Hallucinations for days, not believing we were alive until you could see our faces and touch our hands, caused us to wonder if you would make it through those long days.  But you... Read More



A Daughter/Caregiver's View of Alzheimer's Disease
Posted On 08/17/2008 04:45:41 by fuzz607
A Daughter/Caregiver's View of Alzheimer's Disease   Alzheimer's Disease is a subject that is very close to me as you see, my mother has this awful disease. My mother is now 87 years old, and I cling to her like she was made of gold.
My mom was first diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease in 2002. It all started when she fell off of the first step at the back door. When she fell, I ran to her and noticed that she was speaking gibberish. This really scared me as I thought she was having a... Read More



who Is There
Posted On 04/25/2008 07:53:38 by CatchnMyDream
Who Is There Today, I’m going to see my grandmother, who is locked in the halls of thoughts that escape in slapdash patterns spilling past dry, cracked lips and coloring her cheeks with a flush of life now spent. Her daughters cannot visit. Their pride carves pain for a face that does not recognize life delivered from her flesh. But I marvel at the places she now recalls, hoping the most precious envisage she has owned will give way to the unfolding of her youth’s coveted and cherished... Read More









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