Wow...this thread breaks me up.
My dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease 10 years ago. My mother was Dad's primary caregiver for 8 of those 10 years. It became difficult for my mom to care for Dad as his disease progressed so, we kids helped my mother every single day and night.
Dad became more aggressive in many ways. He had delusions that someone was after him, that mom was having an affair with another man he saw in the house... What dad saw was his own reflection in the mirrorâ€”we literally had to cover our mirrors or dad would fly off the handle and call the police or run outside with a crescent wrench and chase the male neighbors. I admit, at times, it got crazy but we worked through it.
In public, Dad will shout expletives to strangers. My mother and I had to help Dad (against his will) to use the toilet otherwise he would go all over himself. He cursed and swore at all of us but we knew that it wasn't Dad talking - it was the disease.
Yes it was a difficult caring for Dad at home and in public but I am glad we did. Two years ago, Dad was placed in a nursing home that specialized in working with Alzheimer's Disease. To this day, it breaks my heart that he is there. We have never been happy that he had to go a nursing home. Ironically, dad built this nursing 20 years ago - how depressing is that?
I look at it this way. Here's a man who raised five kids on a carpenter's salary. We kids never wanted for more because Dad always made sure we had what we needed and loved us and taught us so much.
I keep this visual to remind me who he was....Here's my Dad holding me:
Here's the same wonderful man with Alzheimer's Disease:
My father is in the final stages of the disease right now and he is dying slow. Hospice has been working with us for months now. He sleeps for days on end, he can no longer move from his chair. He cannot speak, he cannot chew food anymore and has a feeding tube. Dad has no idea who I am or who is own wife is anymore. Yes, we needed help caring for him but again, I will never be happy where he ended up. This may sound harsh to some, but I pray every night that God will give my Dad peace and take him from his diseased body that he is suffering in. I say that with love because although he is physically alive, I miss him and love him so much.
OK..enough of my rambling.....