Alzheimer’s: I Wish I Could Help More

I wish I could do more to help Carl.  I wish, to the most wonderful stars in Mr. Sagan’s Cosmos, that I had some way to do more to help my friend.  To help my best friend in the world – at this time, when he needs help more than he has ever, in his life, needed help.  At this time, when there’s no other person or place or power he can look to for help.

But that’s exactly what every other Alzheimer’s caregiver feels, isn’t it?  Millions and millions and millions of people.  Even if their situation isn’t exactly the same as mine, they fervently hurl an identical plea into the implacable ether.

Alzheimer’s: The Path Beyond the Tears

“As we walked, every two minutes, I would seize up, surging close to convulsing into tears.”

Those were my words. I wrote them in my initial post to this blog, a little over six months ago.

Alzheimer’s Disease and the Full Moon

The banging rang along the halls of the nursing home. A moment before, it was quiet. Now, the regular, rhythmic pounding echoed through the vaulted open area.

I was seated at a conference table. I was attending my second evening meeting with this Alzheimer’s Association caregiver support group.

I knew that the building was built only a few years ago. So the utility systems shouldn’t be making that kind of racket. At least, not quite this soon.