I have to admit that Alzheimer’s was not a subject that I had heard much about before my mother was diagnosed with this dreaded disease 18 months ago. For that is what it is. An irreversible disease, that strikes indiscriminately. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed about. And yet, in my opinion, it appears to not be spoken about widely. As if, somehow, having a loved one with Alzheimer’s is shameful. Hence why I am writing this today.
The first signs my sisters and I had that something wasn’t right with my mother was her memory. She had very little short term memory and would often ask the same things repeatedly. There were mood swings too. Looking back and with hindsight, it’s easy to notice but at the time, we put it down to aging and perhaps loneliness, after losing dad years earlier.