An analog clock is what the doctor asked my mom to draw. I shrugged as mom looked at me. A simple task, I thought. You start with a circle, insert numbers then add lines to represent the hour, minute and seconds. She can do this.
After a few minutes, she showed us her work. Two uneven lines with a few numbers sat in the corner of a blank piece of paper.
“Your mom has Alzheimer’s disease,” the doctor later told me.
I had so many questions. What does that mean? How did this happen? Where do we go from here? I asked them over and over.
I purchased books and read articles from reputable medial establishments looking for answers. I found them, but they did not come wrapped in a pretty bow and a hand written note with assurances of a happy future. They only led to more questions.
At the young age of 64, mom developed Alzheimer’s disease. I thought the disease would progress at a slow rate but was wrong. In less than ten years, she has lost the ability to perform simple tasks and is no longer able to speak.
As mom and I walk down this road of Alzheimer’s, I have learned to cherish every moment. Some days are good and others are not. But she has taught me that there can be laughter during difficult times.
This our journey. Join us in the life of a family affected by Alzheimer’s disease. You will laugh and cry, but most of all, you will be inspired by one woman who has not forgotten how to love.