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.
Just a quick update. Dad has pneumonia again and has been sleeping most of the time. I'm not sure where things are at with the blood clot. Will keep you posted.
