The Beginning of the End

Since this is only my second post, I figured that I would start by giving you all some background on my mom’s Alzheimer’s. My mom, Jerie, was officially diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in July of 2010. She was only 62 years old at the time. I was only 25. I actually got engaged to my now husband, Steve, in the very same month. At 25 years old, I was in no way prepared for my mom to receive an Alzheimer’s diagnosis. I mean, Alzheimer’s is something that only OLD people get, right? Surely, my mom was not old enough to have Alzheimer’s. I would have expected my grandmother, Nan, to have Alzheimer’s before my mom. But, Nan is still sharp as a tack and sassy as ever at age 88. My mom, however, started to lose her memory and her ability to complete everyday tasks well before she received an official diagnosis.

My sister, Melissa, and I were the first to notice a change in Mom. At first, it was small things. Mom drank iced tea probably every single day of her life and always took it with Sweet and Low and lemon. Suddenly, she had no idea how to fix her tea in restaurants. I remember her staring at it like she had never order iced tea in her life. One time, she put salt in the glass instead of her usual Sweet and Low. We also noticed that she had trouble remembering information that you had told her. She would repeatedly ask the same question, sometimes only five minutes after asking it the first time. She sometimes got people, places, and things confused. I remember one day when she called me to tell me that she had been rear-ended on her way home from the grocery store. At the time, my mom had lived in the same neighborhood for probably 20 years. She always went to Giant for her groceries and took the same route each time. She told me that she became disoriented and missed the turn into her development. When she realized what she had done, she tried to quickly brake and make the turn, but she got rear-ended instead. That was it for me. Something had to be done. My sister and I pushed our parents to see a doctor. My mom was initially told that she had anxiety and nothing else. To make a long story short, Melissa and I insisted on a second opinion and my mom received an Alzheimer’s diagnosis.

The diagnosis was really only confirmation of something that I already knew deep down. However, hearing those words was like a punch in the gut. I was a police officer at the time and was on day work when I got the news. I left work early and called out sick the next day. I was at a loss as to what to do next. I did not even tell anyone except for my husband and my best friend at the time. I had a wedding to plan. I needed my mom. I remembered how involved she was in planning Melissa’s wedding. This diagnosis left a definitive mark on our lives. I would now think of things in terms of Before and After. Before my mom got Alzheimer’s, she could shower, dress, and take care of herself. She drove herself wherever she needed to go. She made her own appointments, filled her own prescriptions, and ordered for herself in restaurants. She knew where I lived, what I did for a living, and when my birthday was. After she got Alzheimer’s, she needs help doing almost everything: taking a shower, getting dressed, eating, using the bathroom, and finding her way around her own house where she’s lived for almost 25 years. She cannot drive anymore and often requires A LOT of help even getting into a car. She is incapable of ordering for herself in a restaurant and is unsure of how to eat the food in front of her. She struggles with reading and writing, even signing her own name. She does not know my birthday and she forgot it last year. She does not know where I live or why I’m here. And, she forgets that I was a police officer for over five years. Sometimes, she even forgets my husband’s name. She is starting to forget who people are and how they are related to her, especially if she has not seen them in a long time. One day, she will forget me, too.

Alzheimer’s is like a death. My mom, the woman who raised me, is GONE. She is never coming back. She is never going to get better. It’s like my mom died, but I am forced to see her every day. And, she is not the woman who left me. There are times when she feels like a complete stranger to me. And, there are times when she looks at me as if I am a complete stranger to her. But, she is my mom and I love her more than words can express. And so, if this is the beginning of the end, I will be there to hold her hand through it all because I know she would do the same for me.

18 thoughts on “The Beginning of the End

  1. That was a great post, Lauren. An amazing way to make the disease seem real. As a healthcare provider, I sometimes forget my patients have family members that are just as affected by their diagnoses. I think your mom would be proud just thinking back to the woman I knew years ago…

  2. Ugh tears! But aunt jerie is a great woman. Although she is unable to remember me after over 4.5 years in the family she is never hesitant to welcome me as Chris’ new girlfriend everytime I see her! Although I’ve only known her after this terrible diagnosis, the woman it know is an amazing and caring one!

  3. Your a wonderful writer, (as I wipe the tears away). Although I didn’t know your mother prior to her diagnosis, I do know she is an wonderful woman with an amazing love for her family! The memories and stories she shares now she always does it with a smile. Included is a poem I once read titled “I Understand” by Joy Rembert, It’s written in the view of a person with Alzheimer’s.

    How difficult it must be for you,
    To watch me become less of the person you once knew.
    My body is here, but my mind is not.
    The things we once shared, I may have forgot.
    This will be our longest goodbye.
    For the mind of the person you love, is slowing and will die.
    I will not act or behave like the person I once was.
    But please remember, it’s not something I have control of.
    I’m sorry for this burden I put on you.
    There will be some rough days, with teary eyes and hearts of blue.
    But let the love of so many years carry us the rest of the way.
    Because this is not forever and our souls will meet again one day.

  4. I loved her then and I love her now! Always will! And there’s your Dad; who could ask for a better husband for their sister then Jack! The guy is great! The world could use more Jack McCafferty’s!

  5. What a fabulous start Lauren. My grandfather just passed away after a long, courageous battle with the disease. Unless you have watched firsthand how it takes its course on a person, it’s hard to fully understand the magnitude of its effects on the people around them. Thank you for having the strength to to speak the words that many of us going through similar situations are thinking.

    1. Thank you Jayme. You’re so right. It’s one thing to be aware of this disease, but it’s entirely different to watch a loved one suffer from it. I’m very sorry for the loss of your grandfather. You’re doing a great thing by raising money for the Run to Remember Team! It’s a great cause!

  6. Lauren, you are such a wonderful person. I think that shows a lot with you being able to write about you and your experiences with this awful disease. I wish I could meet your mom. I’m sure she is a spectacular woman, not only because all of people who leave comments say so, but because of the person you are. I can’t tell you I know how you feel but I hope you know that I’m here.. for days of praise and days of sorrow. I’ll continue praying for you and your family.

  7. Great blog, Lauren. No one knows how devastating it is to watch someone you love decline in health everyday until you experience it. It certainly makes you reevaluate what is important in life.

    1. Thank you Stef. It’s so true that you realize what is really important to you. I know you and Ed have been through hell and are still going through it. You’re always in my thoughts. Best wishes to you both.

  8. Lauren I completely understand what you mean when you say its as if your mom died but you still see her everyday. I’m not sure if you remember or ever knew this but my mom had a brain aneurysm when I was 12. She was left with no short term memory and a vastly different personality. She doesn’t even remember that I’m pregnant. While it’s not exactly the same because her symptoms have been stagnant and have not become worse over the last 18 years it’s still hard because she is not the woman who raised me and a lot of the time I feel like the parent. I’m so sorry you and your family are going through this. I’ll definitely keep reading to follow your story.

    1. Wow Ashley! I don’t think I ever knew this, but I wish I had. You are such a strong woman to have gone through that experience with your mom. I know exactly what you mean when you say that you feel like the parent. Thank you for reading and sharing your story!

  9. I stumbled upon one of your posts in an Alzheimer’s group on FB. How to love an Alzheimer’s daughter. Anyway, I felt like you were reading my mind. I found your website and was soo comforted to know that someone else feels the same way as I do. I just ordered your book off of Amazon and I can’t wait to read it. My Mom was also diagnosed at age 62 when I was 35. That was 10 years ago. She lives in a memory care facility and I haven’t been able to see her since the end of February because of Covid 19. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate reading your blog posts. They really help. Grieving someone for 10 years while they are still here is the hardest and cruelest thing I have ever gone through. It just never gets any easier.
    Thank you for putting my thoughts into words!

    1. Thank you so much for reading my blog and buying my book! I hope you’ll follow my Facebook and Instagram accounts, as well. There are links on my blog for both or just search Life, Love, and Alzheimer’s. My mom was diagnosed for ten years before she recently passed in April. I share my whole story and will continue to do so because I know people need to hear the reality of it. Thanks again!

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