Many people can sit and
contemplate about this deadly disease. They can say it makes people forget
things, but it’s more complex than that. This disease takes your mind slowly.
Almost as if it just creeps up on you without your acknowledge of it. My
grandpa is an 87 year old, 5 feet tall, grey haired man who was diagnosed with
Alzheimer’s disease a few years ago. When I first noticed it, his case was
mild. He would get names mixed up with different faces, misplace things around
the house, tell the same story over again, or tell you something and five
minutes later tell you the same thing. As the years went on he got worse, it
was a hard concept to be able to accept. It took a toll on everyone at first.
It was just yesterday
him and my grandma came over for dinner. They ate with us and had only been
over for about 20 minutes and the questions had begun. Every five minutes he
would ask where the keys were and if it was time to go. My grandma gets frustrated
and annoyed at times, but she would just reply with a simple not yet and ignore
him. As I watched him, he just sat there in the chair and played with his
fingers as he watched everyone else’s actions. He makes this quiet, but
apparent mumbling noise constantly. His appetite is weak because he always
thinks he is full.
The best thing to do is to get him smiling and talking so
he forgets to ask questions. He gets angry at times so if you blame something
on him he’ll frown and use vulgar language. You have to use humor out of it
because there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s something we’ve learned to
accept it’s a part of life that we can’t control. Today, just like any other
day is a day of memory loss for Gus. He continues to tell people he is 85 years
old and how he was the best Whirlpool checker for 31 years. The hardest part
dealing with this situation is he doesn’t know my name, or that I’m his granddaughter.
However, I have to tell myself to enjoy what’s still there of him and his mind
before it’s too late.
This is such a heart breaking disease!
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