Wanting to stop the ride
Dad's had this disease for near 11yrs now...but when he did decline he always did it suddenly and shockingly...so much so that I began to liken the experience to a roller coaster....sometimes you'd be chugging along quite comfortably and then wham, wham, wham and we'd be flying downhill and feeling sick to the stomach...and then after a few months it would settle down again...we'd be on the upward climb again...this happened time and time again so that I began to never be able to relax, scared to relax because whenever I did, whenever I started to breath a sigh of relief, the terror ride would start again. Its been since September now since the last big shock..and my hands are still gripping the rails, I know its going to happen again, but I don't know when, I am hoping we've got till Christmas at least this time, the roller coaster seems to take longer and longer to reach the peak each time round. I joined this forum about 3yrs ago and at the time I wrote as my introduction that Dad was in last stage Alzheimer's which he was, but at the time I thought it wasn't long until the end...here I am 3yrs later still thinking the same and with a few more roller coaster rides gone by. This is the hardest thing about this disease in my mind, the always knowing that its a killer, that at any moment the trolley will finally come off the rails but never knowing which time that that is going to happen. It wears you out, always being on high alert...but not daring to get off high alert..because you've learnt from past experience that it is even harder to take when you weren't ready for it. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. The only good thing coming out of all this, is once I got past a certain point where I was always afraid that it might break me, I am now just getting very very strong.