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.
Monday, February 23, 2015
6 1/2 hours
We are back from Walt Disney World and I had a few good talks over the past week. One with my sister in law (who lives in Cochrane) and one with my mom. Generally speaking, my mom hasn't been talking a lot about how things are with dad (I get most info from my sister in law) but mom did share with me on Sunday. Dad has been going downhill since October. The main thing I notice when I talk with him is his memory - you tell him something and five minutes later he's forgotten. Mom said behavior wise he gets angry, stubborn. She took a trip to Mexico and he does do worse when she's not there and she said she won't be able to do that again. They went to visit friends in another city and it really threw him off. I asked her if she thought they'd be able to come here for a visit again and she thought yes, but that plans could change the morning of. I think about my kids more than myself. They don't get to see Grandpa very often and when we do, it's not guaranteed to be the Grandpa they know. Dad has a hard time with depression as well so if you could keep him in your prayers specifically for that I would appreciate it.