My Dad has been diagnosed with Alzeimers for over a year now, we found out the day before his 65th birthday party. Luckily I was in a position through my job, that it took about 6 weeks to get a diagnosis. My mam is his main carer and despite what my sister likes to think I know he is getting worse. It is so not fair, Alzheimer's is a god awful disease. My dad is not as bad as a lot of people, he still manages household chores and washes and dresses himself, for the time being he can still catch 2 buses by himself to my house, I know I should be grateful for what he still can do but he is only 65 he should be able to do that anyway. He has speech problems, he knows what he needs to say but cant remember the words, he just keeps saying sorry all the time. I am sitting here crying because I think this is the first time I have actually acknowledged that I am losing my dad.
Sorry for rambling on
Sorry for rambling on