• How My Father's Alzheimer's Disease Shaped Me As A Mother

    7 monthes ago - By Scary Mommy

    It wasn't until the birth of my children that I felt the weight my own mother had carried. Diapers, tantrums, difficult meals. Not as she raised my brother and me , but as she took care of a child she never imagined she would have: my dad.
    “She keeps him connected to life,” my grandmother would say about my mom's role as my father's sole caregiver.
    My dad died at the age of 66, after more than 10 years battling early-onset Alzheimer's. I don't think “battle” is the right word, though. You can't win. You don't even have a chance. But he had it better than most if one were to rank quality of...
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