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Alzheimer’s Disease is one that not many people understand. It takes over not only the life of the person diagnosed but also the lives of the people looking after that person.  There are multiple facets to this frightening disease, and we (Maria & Lora) have experienced a great deal of them first hand.

Our mom’s name was Annie— hence the name Annie’s Angels; she struggled with this disease for the last 6 years of her life.  After going through the hardships of care-giving, we decided it was only right to come together to share some stories about both of our parents as well as stories from others who have had experiences with Alzheimer’s. While websites such as www.alz.org— the Alzheimer’s Association Website— offer facts and figures about this disease, we wanted to create a safe place to share emotions, thoughts, and trials & tribulations associated with this menacing disease.

We hope we can shed some light on coping mechanisms used in difficult situations care givers of loved ones with Alzheimer’s experience day to day. By coming together and telling our stories, we can maybe make this inescapable condition a bit more endurable.

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    We often had mom over for dinner on Sunday which we all enjoyed including mom. At that time mom had trouble adjusting to changes in general and often was unaware when moving from one place to another regardless of distance. The ride from mom’s place to ours is about 20 minutes and mom, because she had no idea where she was or where she was going said little. As usual, I steered the conversation. I made the mistake this time of asking to many questions which she usually had a great deal of difficulty with and became silent as did I. We drove silently for a few minutes before she spoke and said ” Gene, I just fake it.” meaning, to hide her alzheimers mom often acted like she knew, when she had no idea of an appropriate response. I responded, because of my hearing loss, by saying “I fake it too.”. And I just knew that mom understood. We rode in silence to my home as I thought of how insignificant my loss was compared to hers, Yet as sad as mom’s condition was she and I were able to feel empathy for one another in sharing a common bond as mother and son. Gene

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