My husband has Alzheimers, diagnosed December 2012. We have never been told what kind, it was diagnosed via mri. It manifested itself mainly by problems with speech/communication. I have fed him coconut oil and turmeric every day, and of course he takes the (useless?) drug. Now he is coming up to 82, and now it is apparent that his general condition is worsening weekly. I struggle myself because a lot of his behaviour is really just a worsening of traits that were apparent donkeys years ago - lousy manners, generally extremely self-centred and inconsiderate etc. The GP, having seen him shuffling around the village, suspects Parkinsons, and I think she may be correct. No tremors, which is course why I have never thought of it, but virtually all the other symptoms. She referred him to a geriatrician... I have since been on the phone to see if there is any information about waiting time... and now a referral has been faxed to a Parkinsons specialist. I have no idea still about how long it will take to get to see him. Waiting times in South Wales are becoming really very poor. This last couple of weeks he is now causing floods in the bathroom, either peeing on the mat/carpet (yes, unfortunately we have carpet!!!), and also now doesnt know how to turn the shower on, has to be nagged to have one in the first place, and I have to wash the important parts. Very little speech, memory pretty good, competence at little things rapidly worsening, co-operation rare, mobility rapidly worsening, poor sleep.... Our family live in Dubai, I have no-one.... I am very frightened also about the financial situation, as far as I can tell, I would be allowed to continue to live in our house (still mortgaged), but would lose his pension income, and I wouldnt be able to move house at a later date because of the LA reclaiming costs when it is sold. There are zero savings (big debts - that's another story). I feel totally trapped. I am a disgustingly healthy/young 63 (so far!), my husband is 81. As for help, I don't feel that someone coming in to say wash him, would actually be a great deal of use... I don't want the house to be modifed.... (which I suppose is selfish of me)... I feel dreadful saying this, but I feel as if I am on the scrapheap myself. Practically speaking, what is going to happen?... i guess i keep going until I can no more, and at that point everything goes pearshaped.