My poor husband has borne this wretched disease so bravely, with his poor head getting increasingly muddled. He's had Aricept, now Memantine, and we'll never know if they helped. Every day, as the sun starts to go down, his worry and agitation increases, and today he just couldn't cope. That's when he said " I don't want to live my more". This is a good man who has worked hard and successfully, helping others and never asking for anything for himself. And now he's reduced to wishing this was the end of it all.
We will soldier on, of course. But I hope there'll be a discovery one day that'll stop this particular disease.
We will soldier on, of course. But I hope there'll be a discovery one day that'll stop this particular disease.