Her Greatest Adventure: How I’m Remembering My Mother’s Death after Alzheimer’s
Eleven years ago, I walked into my mother’s room in the nursing home and found her finally at peace. Today, I’m remembering my mother’s death after Alzheimer’s disease.
Eleven years ago, I walked into my mother’s room in the nursing home and found her finally at peace. Today, I’m remembering my mother’s death after Alzheimer’s disease.
I had a hysterectomy at age 39 even though it was scary.
When I was 18 years old and about to start college, my mother almost died.
She became extremely anemic after experiencing months of increasingly heavy periods.
Dear Mom, You weren’t supposed to leave me so soon. I’ve had to do everything without you.
My mother never got the chance to be an amazing grandmother.
My mother wanted to take her grandchildren to the beach.
My mother needed us to love her until the end of Alzheimer’s disease. My grandmother took this photo of my mother, my husband, and me over a decade ago. It was Thanksgiving Day, six months after my mother’s initial diagnosis with early onset Alzheimer’s disease. And it was seven years before the end of Alzheimer’s…