Tuesday, May 24, 2016


The slow demise, the swearing, the psychotic episodes, the incontinence, the memory lapses and lack there of, the wheel chair, the bed, the not knowing who I am, the two years of spoon feeding have all not been as unbearable as these last few weeks with my Mom.  I don't know why Alzheimer's is so brutal, and I don't know why there isn't more realistic help to end this end stage of the disease.  Just let me say, there will a very loud voice that will include Alzheimer's in the right to die conversations, laws and actions when this is over.  Maybe that will be my Mom's gift to the world, not one she wanted to give, but one that will rise from the ashes of her suffering, after this is over.