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.
Friday, September 29, 2017
Update
Dad was admitted to the hospital yesterday and has double pneumonia. I talked to him this morning and he didn't sound well, very groggy. He's on IV antibiotics and was hoping to be out on Monday.
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