A Thief Named Alzheimer's

Caregiving takes its toll on a family. Alzheimer's robs you of your loved one. How you cope determines your sanity, but it is always a fine line. Anxiety & depression are potential for all involved. Missing a person who is still physically present is a difficult position to be in. Nurses Announcements Archive Article

It's a weird feeling. To love someone that isn't quite sure who you are. It grips you, right in the heart, the blank stare. The one where they look right thru you. And you wonder, are they trying to remember? Will I get lucky today?

Sometimes, on a good day, you can tell by looking in their eyes, that they see something in you that clicks, reminds them of some other time. And on a great day, they remember your name. That's life with Alzheimer's.

The cruel twist of fate that grabs your gut & robs your soul, little by little, every second, every day. It's saying hi to a stranger, & goodbye to a person that you love with every ounce of your being, who could care less. It takes you, piece by piece.

In the beginning, you say to yourself, I can do this, but then you forget yourself, and you crumble. You cry, and pray, and miss someone, someone who is still physically there. You hold onto a person, but that person is gone. You pray a silent prayer every time, this day they will know me, know us, know our love.

After a while, you don't even care that they don't remember your name, you just want that feeling, the one where it seems like they recognize you, and it makes them comfortable. Unfortunately, not all of our prayers are answered.

You feel the cut, no matter how much you prepare yourself. It's the first glance that feels like a knife, then the blank stare that feels like someone twisting the knife in your soul. And then you bleed...as you hold them, and feed them, and clean them...you bleed.

It's war, and you are the only soldier. The battleground is in your heart, and the weapons are empty stares. It's a war you don't win. No one comes to your rescue. No one knows your pain. No one that hasn't already fought their own war. It's not a disease that others easily relate too, it's not cancer or a heart attack. Those diseases cause everyone to rally. Everybody's your friend, your support.

It's different with Alzheimer's. You're at home because your loved one can't go out. It causes confusion, anxiety, & paranoia. They forget to tell you they have to go to the bathroom, they forget how to stand, they forget how to eat, they forget you. They get scared, agitated, and you find yourself holding your breath a lot. Waiting and forgetting to breathe, fighting off your own anxiety, and asking yourself 'what could possibly be next?'

So you're at home, alone. Isolation, desperation, and loss take control of you. You don't just lose your loved one, you also lose part of yourself. But it goes so much deeper than that because it saddens you that they forgot themselves. And they were amazing! Alzheimer's disease is a physical loss to an invisible disease. It's a killer. It's a goodbye every time you look in their eyes.

Specializes in Med Surg, Parish Nurse, Hospice.

Thank you for the wonderful, well written article. I too have personal experience with the disease. My mom has vascular dementia. The mom I grew up with is gone. Replaced by someone that remembers 50 yrs ago, but not 10 minutes ago.

In the past when I cared for someone with Alzheimer's, it was easy to say, No I don't know where your mom is. It is not at all easy to tell my mom that I don't know where her mom is or where my dad (he is dead) is. Since I don't perform actual hands on patient care at this point in my career, it has become easier for me to accept my mom and her illness.

When my mom dies, we are going to have a celebration of her life. The mom that we knew is gone and not coming back.

Wow! Such a powerful article, you took me there.

My grandmother had Alzheimers and my mom died of Alzheimers (it is hereditary in our family) and when my time comes I plan to "solve the problem." But there were days when I looked into my mom's eyes and she "was home," even in the late stages but she was unable to say what her eyes told me she knew. And she was aware she was getting it before it was advanced (she told me.) But yes, it is impossible to take care of people with advanced Alzheimers at home unless you can pay for 24-hour care - you cannot stay awake 24 hours a day to watch them.

My mom has it and is in memory care. I cried when I read this - it comes out a little at a time. Grieving someone who is still here. It's part if the reason I'm studying to become a nurse. Pre-reqs done - on alternate list for fall or January start. Thank you.

Specializes in Post Anesthesia.

Your article sends chills down my spine. My wife was diagnosed with AD 5 years ago. So far the progression is slow, but day by day I see the person I've loved for 30 years fading away. The worst part for now is she can see and feel it too. It breaks my heart to see her try to participate in activities she has enjoyed for her entire life, but now are slipping away. She can crochet, but when knitting she forgets her count and drops stitches constantly. She used to love to drive in the country on saturday afternoons- looking for yard sales or quaint little shops- now she is afraid to drive to the corner store without me for fear she will forget how to get home (her memory comes and goes). I have to work to keep our insurance up and to pay the bills, but I resent every day I work when she is feeling good- I don't know how many more of those I'm going to get. Worse, I'm becoming afraid to work when she is feeling "not herself". I've come home to the oven on to 250 with left-over pizza the color of charcoal, or the water running in the shower and my wife snoozing quietly in bed. Our water bill may go up, but I pray she will hear and understand the smoke alarm when it goes off.

I almost look forward to the "blank, looking through you" time- at least I will know she isn't suffering as she feels her mind relentlessly drifting away. I dread the choice that is comming up to look for long term care so I can keep working, or lose the house so I can stay at home in a gov't subsidized apartment and take care of her myself. If we are lucky she'll die of some other ailment before she has to be tied to the bed in a puddle of her own waste so I can work a few more years and spend a few hours a week with her as she visits our own home, before shipping her back to the warehouse for the elderly and mindless.

Specializes in CCU, SICU, CVSICU, Precepting & Teaching.
Your article sends chills down my spine. My wife was diagnosed with AD 5 years ago. So far the progression is slow, but day by day I see the person I've loved for 30 years fading away. The worst part for now is she can see and feel it too. It breaks my heart to see her try to participate in activities she has enjoyed for her entire life, but now are slipping away. She can crochet, but when knitting she forgets her count and drops stitches constantly. She used to love to drive in the country on saturday afternoons- looking for yard sales or quaint little shops- now she is afraid to drive to the corner store without me for fear she will forget how to get home (her memory comes and goes). I have to work to keep our insurance up and to pay the bills, but I resent every day I work when she is feeling good- I don't know how many more of those I'm going to get. Worse, I'm becoming afraid to work when she is feeling "not herself". I've come home to the oven on to 250 with left-over pizza the color of charcoal, or the water running in the shower and my wife snoozing quietly in bed. Our water bill may go up, but I pray she will hear and understand the smoke alarm when it goes off.

I almost look forward to the "blank, looking through you" time- at least I will know she isn't suffering as she feels her mind relentlessly drifting away. I dread the choice that is comming up to look for long term care so I can keep working, or lose the house so I can stay at home in a gov't subsidized apartment and take care of her myself. If we are lucky she'll die of some other ailment before she has to be tied to the bed in a puddle of her own waste so I can work a few more years and spend a few hours a week with her as she visits our own home, before shipping her back to the warehouse for the elderly and mindless.

I am so sorry for you. I've often wondered which would be worse: being the one with Alzheimer's or the one who has to care for him or her. Both my mother and my mother-in-law have it; it's genetic, at least in part. So it's a very real question that one day my husband and I will have to answer. Which one of us will get it first?

I wish you and your wife the best.

I know you are there :

Yet you are not all there.

Somewhere beyond the blue

Gone's the You

I knew !

Thank you for sharing. Your descriptions are so honest. So many of these chronic and debilitating diseases do not fight fair. You must deal with the loss of your loved one daily. My sympathies to you in with this grief. I'm not one for prayers, but I do wish good things for you.

Thank you. Is a sad disease.

Specializes in SICU, trauma, neuro.

Thank you for this article! This issue is close to my heart because we lost my grandma to dementia. I mourned when she was diagnosed, although deep down I knew. She called my daughter by the name of one of her granddaughters. My aunt said that when seeing her mom at church, Grandma seemed to look right through her. Where she was once a great conversationalist, she now barely talked at all. Her husband of 30+ years tried to take care of her at home (with adult daycare and help from family), but she had started wandering and it was becoming physically difficult for him. Her husband and children made the difficult decision to place her in a memory care facility. The night we lost her, sometime in between 2000 and 2200 rounds, she eloped. (The door alarms had malfunctioned. They have since been replaced.) It was

Your article is a profound description of this evil disease.

Specializes in PCU.

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I remember the first time I said, 'my mother has althezheimers'...it just abt broke my heart. My mother is now 80 years old. She started to do goofey things abt 10 years ago...little things we laughed abt...joked abt...now I want to cry abt.

My mother is no longer my mother...she is a different person who was my mommy...I want my mommy back...I feel cheated...

She gets very angry when I try to correct her from harm...she yells at me...

My mother is very set in her ways...if she decides she wants to do something, it's hell or high water HER way...she claims I never visit with her...if I am visiting with her, she decides to leave the room, go get something that has nothing to do with our visit, goes to pick flowers...I want to sit and visit after a long day at work..

she he is very angry I had her license revoked...she blame me for everything...I try to explain to her she could have lost her life or killed someone...she claims she would be very careful driving

She is obsessed abt walking on the road...shovels the snow on the road, sweeps the road...I am terrified she is going to get hit with a car..someone anonymously got her a safety vest and she was furious...I bought pedestrian signs for the road she lives in hoping the cars will slow down...

she is in the early stages of this dreaded disease..I know I have a long road ahead of me....