Wednesday, September 21, 2011



The new color of this blog is purple.  That is the Alzheimer's color, and today is World Alzhiemer's Awareness Day.  I know it seems like every day is filled with articles, news, voices, information, donation requests, but until this is on the world radar the way AIDS and cancer fighting is, we have to shout it out.

A friend of mine's mother was just diagnosed yesterday, many more will be today.  We can find a cure before they get to the end stages.  I really believe so.  If you have been touched by Alzheimer's and aren't afraid to look into the future, you can help us now.  Please click on my personal donation page and offer your support.  Any amount is welcome and I will walk with pride and encouragement and hope for every family that needs it.                          

Click here to donate.  Thank you.

Sincere Sentiment

I received this card in the mail, an old-fashioned card, with a note...sending me well wishes and love about me and my Mom.   It made me cry, the kindness of it....Sunny my 8year old, came over to me, smiled and gave me a hug.  I felt her strength, her kindness, her understanding and her beauty.  I guess that's just what daughters do.

I'm grateful that I have spoken out and told our story, and hope I can be there for those that need company too. Caring for or about someone with Alzhiemer's is not something you can do alone.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Glen Campbell: Forget Me Not

Glen Campbell: Forget Me Not
Listen and read about Glen Campbell's Alzheimer's diagnosis.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Bye, Mom....

Now when Peggy has appointments, I meet her there.  The guys do a great job of getting her in and out of the car.  She hates change, especially changing her position.  She really gets freaked out.  I got there and saw her in the waiting room.  She was, obsessive talking and I showed her a sports magazine with lots of golf and tennis, she tried to talk back, but it got kinda embarrassing because she could't find her words and was kinda loud.  So I just sat with her.  We went in, and the guys got her in the chair, and once she settled she did pretty good.  Remember...she's a biter.  Adrienne is the best!  I totally recommend her, just click on her name if you have someone in your life with special needs that needs a cleaning.  So, then it was over and we had to move her again, just when she was getting comfortable.  Then she got her little toothbrush and off she went and I said goodbye and the guys rolled her away.  I paid the bill, went downstairs to my car, and I saw her in the van and felt sad.  She should be with me in this car.  This is HER car, I inherited it after she could no longer drive.  Seeing her from a distance is uncomfortable, I could see her anxiety through the tinted glass, and then she seemed okay, maybe it was just my anxiety.  I have to convince myself she is in good hands, I could not take care of her myself, (for goodness sakes, it take two grown men to move her from one chair to another), I have a family of my own to take care of,  she is, she should be with her car.