Moving right along...
So doctor appointment this week that turned into a therapy session for Dad - that was a bit stressful, let me tell you! Even though Mom's diagnosis of dementia (initially all about the big A, now the doc is actually saying it is more likely vascular dementia) was made back in 2004, we know she had cognitive issues as far back as 1997. Still, Dad is still complaining that this wasn't what he expected in life. Yes, I said complaining. Here's where my mind is: Mom and Dad retired in 1984. Yes, they did...became snowbirds, going to their lovely home on a golf course in sunny southern Florida from January through May, and October through Christmas every year until 2012. I see that as lucky and fortunate and fun. They golfed, took cruises around the world, and lived what many would see as a good, if not great life. It wasn't until last year that this ended. Given health concerns for both, and the inability of Dad to care for Mom with ...