My mom is a Cuban immigrant, who came to the U.S. to visit her sister in Brooklyn NY in 1959, and was told by her remaining family in Cuba,don’t come back. She worked at a factory making buttons, she met my Dad in December 1963 & married him in 1964, she became a mother of one(me) in 1966, she became a housewife and was excellent at it. She is fiercely loving, a great sense of humor, she never meets a stranger, and she is very opinionated. She also has Alzheimer’s…
Back in 2000 something(can’t exactly put my finger on when I started noticing), she was misplacing things. The only other person who lived with her was my Dad, so she blamed him. I never bought it because it seemed out of character to my Dad,why would he take your stuff, it didn’t add up. Those were some trying times. It kept happening. Something wasn’t right.
Then changes were happening…my mom would just fall down(blackout) so she got a walker, she stopped answering the phone and talking on it to me( I call them everyday and talk to my Dad to see how things are), she had health problems and hardly ate anything at a restaurant anymore, and the most drastic change is that sometimes she doesn’t talk at all or when she does she repeats things or forgets things that I just told her about.
What was going on?
We got the answer in 2015…Alzheimer’s. My beautiful vibrant mom has Alzheimer’s . Now to get my mind around it. I have read and watched videos about people suffering through this disease, I am a fan on FB and Twitter of the Alzheimer’s Association and Alzheimer’s Awareness Community, and I help my mom’s main caregiver,my Dad as needed. Caregivers are my heroes. But they need a break too and my Dad is not young but he is determined. 52 years and his mentality is through sickness and health, through good times and bad, til death do us part. He is there for her. And when she gets angry and he can’t get through to her, there’s me.
I have no brothers or sisters, so I am the one. I’ve read Alzheimer’s doesn’t just affect the person but the whole family. I can attest to that. My Dad has lost a lot of weight, he has the shakes…I am depressed(I always feel on the verge of crying), sad, and helpless. Then worry. Am I going to get this? I notice I forget things and am forever losing things…anxiety is something else I’ve acquired from this disease.
Whatever 2016 brings, I want to be there for my parents, I want my mom to know that I love her and it’s okay, I want my sons to know that their grandmother loves them no matter how much she might change. I want to stop time and go back-what could I do to change this? I want to capture all the time lost…I want my mom back.
Can-can & Aunt Mercedes with my older sons; Daniel, Aaron,& Ethan
Remember it’s about the journey not just the destination,
Mercedes