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.
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.
Helping Dad with medications
I don’t think my dad has been taking his medications properly. He often gets confused about what to take, when and how much. What can I do to help him?
AMANDA’S STORY: A family affair
Although one of my aunts does not have Alzheimer disease, my mother, aunt, grandmother and all of her brothers and sisters suffered from early onset Alzheimer. My mother is the only survivor. Only in her early 40s, she is now in a home. I got tested to see if I have the same gene as my mother.
How do I talk to my mum about her memory loss?
Mum has become pretty forgetful recently, and sometimes asks me the same questions over and over. I’m worried she might be in the early stages of dementia, and that she might get defensive if I try to talk about it. Any suggestions?
HAROLD’S STORY: Bingo!
As I reached for the telephone to tell the others I’d be arriving late, I felt a bit queasy. I had never felt this way before. My eyes started to fade out and my chest started to hurt. It felt like something was trying to come out of my chest. I called my neighbour, but as soon as I hit the last number, I collapsed.