I see one of the many faces of Alzheimer’s at least two times a week and sometimes more. It all depends, and I never know when I may need to lend assistance, even though Sue lives with moderate-level dementia in an Assisted Living Center. She is my mother. And I have been “her person” going on seven years now. It has been one of life’s most significant and scariest roller coaster rides.
I know I am at risk for this illness, as are my siblings and our children. And I know that my friends and associates also will be affected sometime during their lifetime, either as a caregiver or one who suffers. The anguish and torment that often overcomes my mother is heartbreaking. She lives in the moment, but it’s all fleeting, not remembering much, if anything, five minutes later.
As we live longer, it is an illness that will take its toll on all of us, financially and emotionally. I have wanted to get involved somehow with the Alzheimer’s Association and its fundraising efforts for quite some time.
I had been hesitant because I was so entrenched in her care. It sounded like it could become too much for me. But bike riding alongside others who see the great importance of waving the flag for research and cure seemed like a good fit.
I am out raising money for All of Us! Just think about this: If everyone donated a dollar, two or five, individually, it doesn’t break the bank; collectively, it is pretty meaningful.
Cheer Me On!