Oct. 7, 2020
“Mom’s doctor prescribed a medicine that would help slow the process and allow her to make mental connections, but the truth that there was no cure for Alzheimer’s carried the most weight in my heart. It was not a cold she could get over; there was no invading lump or tumor that could be removed. It was and would be a new way of life for her and for her family. His advice was that we get her business together as soon as possible – while she could still remember things. He also advised that I find a support group for myself, indicating that I would need it.” (Excerpt from Learning to Love Olivia: A Daughter’s Journal of Her Mother’s Journey Through Alzheimer’s)
How did accepting the diagnosis of your loved one impact your life? Was it a sense of hopeless resignation; was it empowering acceptance, or was it something else?