Hi ,I am caring for my dad who has been diagnosed with altz about 6 months ago,although we have known something was wrong for about 2 years ag.
My mum is his primary carer but I do what I can with my sister.I work part time so I am able to get him up in the mornings,get him dressed ,washed and down for breakfast.I have 2 teenagers and a football loving hubby.So all in all, a busy life.
Yesterday,was the first time ,I actually cried .We had a glimpse of the old dad on Saturday,the smiling ,joking talking father that we knew and loved.He had been ill with a chest infection,so he had steroids and antibiotics.This made him euphoric the next day and he would not stop speaking ,winking ,initiating conversation . we had him back for one day.Then gradually it has worn off and he is back to his quiet self again.This is a cruel disease that plays with your emotions...
I know we have good and bad days to come me ,but I will treasure that Saturday forever......