2011 our lives changed, my mom was officially diagnosed with Alzheimers. We believe the disease actually began in 1998 when mom suffered mini-strokes and while at work didn't know where she was or what she was doing. She retired in 1998 and the disease slowly but viciously took things from her and took her from us. My dad took care of mom as long as he physically could, until my siblings and I counseled with him and mom (as much as she could understand) because we could see the emotional and physical toll it was taking on him. When we finally made the most difficult decision to admit her to an Alzheimer care unit in 2015 we all can say that was the worst day of our lives. Mom continued to be taken away from us by this insidious disease but she always kept a smile on her face and was so loving and caring, like she always was. The roles reversed I became the mom and she became the child, from feeding, to bathing, clothing, and even wiping her nose. I wouldn't trade those days or any days with my mom because I was with her. She lost her battle in August of 2018 and I was fortunate with my dad to be by her side. A blessing is was a peaceful time but gut wrenching, heart-breaking time to see your mom pass before you and watch your dad lose the love of his life. I have vowed to do anything I can to raise awareness and continue to advocate for those who can't advocate for themselves. Even though the disease takes away functions, it can never take away the person whom we love.
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