Walking In My Shoes
When a family member is diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, life as they know it ceases to exist. It’s unfortunate that when they need help and understanding the most, such niceties are oftentimes unattainable.
By Anita Harvey
When a trusted neurologist told me, “Your mother has dementia, most likely Alzheimer’s,” I knew there was no escape from the cold reality that my life had changed forever. My future was set and an unavoidable path unfurled before me. The only choice I had was to accept the cruel diagnosis, gather my strength, and slip on the shoes that so many are forced to walk in.
As I adopted the role of advocate and caregiver, what shocked and surprised me most wasn’t the complexity and horror of Mother’s disease, but how little help and guidance I received from the professionals we turned to for help: doctors, nurses, hospitals, and care facilities. In fact, it seemed that instead of helping us, the system in which we placed our trust was actually designed to work against us. I came to realize that those who are responsible for the…
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3 thoughts on “Walking In My Shoes”
September 10, 2015 at 9:27 am
Thanks for sharing this, Irene.
September 10, 2015 at 9:37 am
We would like to believe that resources are easily accessible and that health care staff are ALWAYS looking out for the best interests of our loved ones, but that is not always the case. Unfortunately.
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September 10, 2015 at 10:52 am
Sad, but true.