I know what Alzheimers looks like. My grandmother died of it in the nineties. My grandfather heroically took care of her at home until she forgot how to breathe and died.
She was such a kind person all her life, but she was mean and difficult when she had the Alzheimers.
Years ago I had a neighbor I used to take care of who had it. Her husband paid me what I used to make at a sewing factory if I would stay and take care of her. One day I was her sister, then I was her Mother, and then I was her best friend Flo. She never had any kids and one day I was her daughter. She used to come over when I was working at the factory and dig all of my fresh planted flowers up out of my flower bed. But she always knew when I would get home from work because she waited every day for me outside on my picnic table. That is why her husband wanted ME to quit work and take care of her for him. She would have her keyboard with her everyday at my picnic table as she used to play piano in church and she could play some really good music. The morning she died, she spit her false teeth out at me. Her lips and fingernails were turning blue so I had to run to my house and call an ambulance. Her husband insisted she would be fine and for me NOT to call, but then I started crying. She died en route to the hospital.
Another neighbor in the same place, had a husband who was very mean with Alzheimers. She would cook supper, he would eat and then about an hour later he would insist that she cook supper and that she hadn't fed him. Then he would get MEAN and abuse her unless she cooked again. She finally had to put him in a nursing home as she could no longer do anything with his uncontrollable behavior. It nearly broke her heart.
Oh that sounds very hard!
I know what Alzheimers looks like. My grandmother died of it in the nineties. My grandfather heroically took care of her at home until she forgot how to breathe and died.
She was such a kind person all her life, but she was mean and difficult when she had the Alzheimers.
It is very hard caring for someone with dementia
Years ago I had a neighbor I used to take care of who had it. Her husband paid me what I used to make at a sewing factory if I would stay and take care of her. One day I was her sister, then I was her Mother, and then I was her best friend Flo. She never had any kids and one day I was her daughter. She used to come over when I was working at the factory and dig all of my fresh planted flowers up out of my flower bed. But she always knew when I would get home from work because she waited every day for me outside on my picnic table. That is why her husband wanted ME to quit work and take care of her for him. She would have her keyboard with her everyday at my picnic table as she used to play piano in church and she could play some really good music. The morning she died, she spit her false teeth out at me. Her lips and fingernails were turning blue so I had to run to my house and call an ambulance. Her husband insisted she would be fine and for me NOT to call, but then I started crying. She died en route to the hospital.
Another neighbor in the same place, had a husband who was very mean with Alzheimers. She would cook supper, he would eat and then about an hour later he would insist that she cook supper and that she hadn't fed him. Then he would get MEAN and abuse her unless she cooked again. She finally had to put him in a nursing home as she could no longer do anything with his uncontrollable behavior. It nearly broke her heart.