***Last updated on 17 September, 2019 with Page 8 at the bottom of this article.
Please excuse this self-serving off topic post. I’m not sure why but I felt the need to share this today…
Today is Father’s Day. I wish my Dad (Aaron) could appreciate it. He has been diagnosed with “mixed Alzheimer’s and vascular dementia.”
The problems seemed to start several years ago. At first I thought he was just getting old. A little over 2 years ago it became apparent it was more than that.
2 years ago I took him to his first Neurologist. While the young doctor seemed competent he lacked anything resembling compassion or “bedside manor”. He scared the hell out of my Dad. We left that appointment with some pills and half-assed advice.
A year later instead of keeping the follow-up appointment, I took him to another doctor. This one was had a much better bedside manor. We left there with 2 prescriptions.
Last month we had our follow up. This time I was armed with a wealth of info. Given the fact it was a constant battle to get him to take the pills, I questioned the need for the pills at all. After a short discussion with the doctor he is no longer taking them. According to the Alzheimer’s Association, “Although current Alzheimer’s treatments cannot stop Alzheimer’s from progressing, they can temporarily slow the worsening of dementia symptoms and improve quality of life for those with Alzheimer’s and their caregivers.” That may be true but the pills didn’t help my dad one bit.
My Dad lives with us. He has an “in-law suite” in the basement with a large bedroom, bathroom, and TV room. The situation has become progressively… difficult. Although he is still able to dress himself and shower, my wife and I have to tend to most of his other needs. He is often paranoid and prone to lies and delusions. Usually I am the bad guy and that has been the case for some time.
My wife and I sometimes dread coming home. Often we can’t even get from the car to the door without him charging out of the house with some sort of imagined emergency. While we are home there is no respite from having to deal with him. And, it is only getting worse.
I keep a running journal of sorts via Google calendar. I’ll share some entries with you (warning, it’s kinda long):
Page 1 – Introduction
Page 2 – 18 February, 2019 – 15 June, 2019
Page 3 – Response to your replies
Page 4 – 20 JUNE – 14 July, 2019
Page 5 – 18 July, 2019 – 21 July, 2019
Page 6 – Finding Help
Page 7 – 22 July, 2019 – 19 August, 2019
Page 8 – 21 August, 2019 – 17 September, 2019
***Special section: My Dad Has Alzheimer’s – Gadgets, Gizmos, Etc.
My Dad gets into everything. These are the things I’ve used to keep him and our house safe.