Alzheimer’s caregiver Bob DeMarco writes about his mother Dorothy, who suffers from Alzheimer’s Disease. When he first began taking care of his Mother, she was having troubles with Falling. DeMarco tells his story of dealing with these falls.

     I noticed that my mother was wearing shoes with heels. Not high heels but those fat high heels. Wedges? Well she could no longer walk in any kind of heal without the inevitable fall.

This situation started the first war between me and my mother. I tried to explain to her that she couldn't walk in heels. She would proceed to tell me she could walk just fine and there was no problem. She would add in some choice words about me, how I should mind my own business, and how it would be a good idea for me to go back where I came from -- something like "get the hell out."

First, I started hiding her shoes. It worked for about a New York minute. She would find them and they would go right back on her feet. You might be wondering why I didn't throw them away. Well I did after about a year.

I can explain to you why I didn't do it sooner. There was a lot going on with my mother, and I could only think my 60,000 thoughts a day. For years, I was a couple of million thoughts behind. If you think I am kidding I'm not. This explains why it often took me years to come up with a winning solution -- like in the pee pee wars.

Years to conquer incontinence. Although the pee pee war is kinda like Iraq -- the war continues on a daily basis.
Finally after years, honest, I discovered the Aerosole Mr. Softee. No not the ice cream, the shoe…

Read More at Alzheimer's Reading Room

AlzCare – Alzheimer’s treatment in Texas

Bookmark/Search this post with:

 |   |   |   |   |