Living with Dementia

I have to say, if you ever met my dad, you'd know he was the most incredible man, with the best laugh, a warm smile, a huge heart and a knack to tell jokes just right.  He could talk to anyone and was always the friendliest man in the room. He loved animals, and he would give you the shirt off his back if you asked him to. I always admired him, I still do, and I still feel so lucky to be his daughter. I've always been daddy's girl. Now though, that smile is gone, that laugh is gone, and who was once the funniest man in the room is now just a man who stares blankly at a television screen. I admire him now for his strength to live through the most horrendous disease, with grace. Some that struggle with the disease are angry, aggressive, even violent. My dad is patient, easy going, and sweet, even on his worst days. I think that speaks volumes about his character. I had always wanted children young because my parents were much older (they had struggled to get pregnant wit

It had to have been years before we really knew. We thought maybe it was his hearing, or maybe just old age. Really though, we were in denial. When I look back I can trace it to at least three years before his diagnosis. I wish I'd known the signs and symptoms then. Perhaps we could have delayed it better, but in the end, we got a diagnosis we never wanted and one we have dreaded ever since. In March of 2015 my father was officially diagnosed with Primary Progressive Aphasia Dementia. He was only 69 years old. Since that day, my life and my mothers life have been drastically different. She is after all his primary caretaker. I wanted to write this blog to address any questions, share my story, my point of view and most of all to inform. I hope I can help just one person, one person who may be in denial too, who doesn't know what to look for. After all, not all forms of Dementia are the same. I remember the day like it was yesterday, the first time I really knew something wasn