posted on Aug, 22 2009 @ 02:00 AM
Sorry and my deepest sympathys Gracie....
I t is a rough sickenss. My grandfather had alzeihmers, before he died. Back in 1989, i was 14, he was about 85?86. He was living with us, and my
grandmother as well. Before they moved in with us, one day, my grandfther was taken to the hospitol. Apparently he had gone out at around 6 30 am, in
his bathrobe, and passed out in the middle of a street! A driver had stopped, and claled for an ambulance, thank god. He was ok, had a little blood
running down his head, nothing serious. Turns out he had alzhienrs, and for whtever reason, went out to walk with his bathrobe on, at 6 30 am..msot of
which he didint remember doing.
As they moved in, he owuld jsut sit on his favorite rocking chair, seeming to know us, over the next 4 months or so. Then, one morning, he was
shaking, and looked like he was starring off into oblivion, like something that was their we couldnt see taht scared him. He had complettely
forgotten who we were.. HE died a year later. During his last 6+ months, he had no idea who we were.
My grandmother, passed in 1998. She was 87. IN her last month, she was slipping fast everyday, mentally. I cant say it was alzhiemrs related, but
her eeys got red and runny, she went senile. One day, my mom locked herself in the bathroom, becuae my grandmother went after her with a knife. At
nightt, when i was cleaning in kitchen, she would come out with a cane, whipping it hard, thrash like side to side, in a semi evil voice, reciting
little girl sayings, xmaas charols, while 'drooling'. she would often come itno ktichen, asking who i was, what i was doing here in the house..and
to have to tll her, grandma its me yuor grandson..wa heartbreaking, let alone having to watch my back for a kife attack ro soemthing.
Within a month, on her final night here...she was in her room, we had to use a sweater to strap her into a chair, because she was actually throwing
punches at us! she was starring at her bed, and tlaking to her first husband, who passed in 1975, just after i was born. While she talked to hijm, it
was the clearest most sens of words she ever made coming out of her mouth, since she had started going senile. She swore he was their sitting on the
bed, waiting to take her to the other side. That night, we rushed her to hospitol, and on way, her last breath to my father, was make sure yuo take
care of the kids bob..let the breath out and died.
What i have learned is, mental diseases of this natire come and kill quick. BUt i find it , weird i guess, that through all the insanity one
can literally alsh out, not being thier fault, at the last breath of air..sanity kicks back in.