M’S STORY: Don’t just smell the flowers
I am in the process of diagnosis. All tests are complete except for the memory part. The prescription drug I have been put on causes dreams in 3-D every night. It is like going to a movie, with me as the star. There is no time to feel fear, grief, or any negative thought.
VIVIENNE’S STORY: Holidays with a difference
With birthdays, Christmas, and other holidays being big family events with us, it’s important that our mom, Vivienne, is with us. This is particularly important now that we have young children.
CHIP’S STORY: Life after diagnosis
Lately, I’ve been pushing myself and doing a lot. I set limitations for myself but find them difficult to follow. There is so much I want to do in life, but Alzheimer disease has changed my goals.
ALEISHA’S STORY: My little flower
My grandmother loved to plant flowers. Her favourite was the sunflower.
Hear My Cries
Voice`s fading, not through age,
Dementia building it`s sound proof cage,
Listening in but nothing out,
Unable to talk but able to shout
Avoid Surprises: Gather Key Information Now
You have agreed to be named as Attorney in a Power of Attorney for Property (POAP). You know they trust you to act honestly, loyally and with integrity, strictly in their best interests at all times, respecting their right to privacy and confidentiality. You even realize and are comfortable with the record keeping aspects of…
Worried about falling - what should I do?
I’m worried that my dad will fall while my wife and I are at work and nobody will be there to help him. Is there anything I can do?
CARL’S STORY: Be strong and fight
For many decades, I served thousands of Mississauga residents as their neighbourhood pharmacist at a small, independent pharmacy I opened in May 1952. Since my retirement, things have changed to say the least. I don’t remember when it happened.
Do caregivers help with meal preparation?
Can I ask the caregiver to help with meal preparation for my brother? He is 84 years old and quite shaky on his feet sometimes.
JERRY’S STORY: The right care
When my friend Linda became too ill to take care of herself, she went to live with her son. I kept in touch with her, and she often came to visit me at my retirement residence. One day, I noticed a small bruise on her cheek. I asked her what had happened, and she said she’d tripped and hit her face against the wall.