My Dad was diagnosed with Lewy Body Dementia in 2012 and it just plain sucks. Living 6 1/2 hours away is both a blessing and a curse. The blessing is that it is so incredibly easy to distance myself from everything and not have to deal with it. The curses are not being readily available to spend time with my Dad on the remaining good days and not able to help on the bad.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
One more thing...
If I haven't posted since March of last year then you all don't know that dad is no longer in the care home and is back at home again with my mom. He was doing so extremely well - like the best in over 2 years - that mom wanted to give him another chance to be at home and enjoy being home while he was doing so well. There have definitely been ups and downs and I know my mom doesn't share all the downs but he's home for now. The care home put dad on the bottom of the wait list and every time his name gets to the top they phone mom, see how things are going and if he needs a room... if mom says it's okay then they just put his name back down to the bottom of the list again. Praying things continue on the way they have been and for strength for my mom as she cares for dad at home.