This should be anonymous, protect the privacy of the family.
also, this is a family matter, who TM transferred to make money, see you in court.
my grandmother (my father's mother) suffered from Alzheimer's disease and died more than a decade ago. The duration of the illness is now about five years (significant amnesia, disorder, etc.). Throughout the process, grandma's forgetting order is to remember her husband, forget her husband, remember her grandson, forget her grandson, remember her son, forget his son, remember money, always remember. I'm not sure if Grandma remembers who she is. In the early days of her illness, Grandma often went out on her own and went to my father by car (tricycle). She had no purpose, but to find my father. I could find it at first, because I could tell you the address of the unit. Later, when I went out, I got on the bus and said, look for my son. Then who knows who her son is? As a result, he had to drive her out of the car. Later, all the masters in the street recognized her, so they all got out of the car and took her home. At that time, my grandfather was still very strong. He went to the theatre from time to time. He was not at home all the time. As soon as he relaxed a little, Grandma ran away.
later, I broke my leg.
Grandpa began to take care of his grandmother at home. Grandma is small and light, Grandpa is tall and strong, and it is not so hard to take care of it, so she will always go out to see a play or something. And at this time the grandmother can not get out of bed, can not run away, no one knows what she will think when she is alone.
later, Grandma suddenly forgot her grandfather.
when Grandpa fed him shit and changed his medicine, she kept asking, who are you? I want XXX (my dad) to take care of me! Grandpa did not care at all, quickly finished, continue to watch TV, sometimes also joked with her, noisy. At that time, I was about 10 years old. I thought Grandma was not very ill, or I was probably not in good health.
it wasn't until one day that I realized that Grandma didn't remember me at all and began to ask who I was. I thought she couldn't see clearly. I said I was XX, your grandson, she could hear you clearly, but she said, who is XX? I don't know. I felt the loss for the first time. Grandma loves me, even though many of her rural ways of raising children give my family a little bit of advice, and you know, kids don't know what's in the city and the countryside. All the kids know is, Grandma gives me candy and tells me stories.
since Grandma forgot about me, every time I went to see her and Grandpa, I felt that the world had changed. Once upon a time I went to see a pair of old people, now I go to see an old man, and see an old man who doesn't know me, but should know me.
Grandpa has always been in good health, although taking care of Grandma is very hard, but not to the point of breaking the body, but his hair is gray. Sometimes when she went to see her with her father, she could recognize her father at a glance and ask for money. Dad gave her money just like a child. She didn't need the money. How could she use it? I can't even get out of bed. She's hiding under the pillow.
later, she didn't know her father either.
she forgets everything. She only remembers poverty. She remembers money.
Grandma is like air. She lives in one place, but she forgets everything. As long as she has money under her pillow, she won't make trouble or cry. Sit quietly on the bed, watch TV, or look at the window.
for as long as I can remember, Grandma was able to eat a bowl and a half of rice. Later, she could only eat porridge or soup. From being able to sit up once in a while, until I had to lie in bed and look at the door.
in the last month before she died, Grandma's legs were raised in four or five years, and she could get out of bed. She didn't make trouble or run. She just got out of bed and sat in his seat at the table he was familiar with, where she had been sitting for decades.
I had learned the word Reflectance at that time, and Grandpa agreed that it meant something like that. Grandma began to talk to me, although I do not remember who I am, but there are no obstacles to communication. I'm too young. I think Grandma should be all right.
when I was in school soon, a director came to me and said that my mother was at the school gate. I ran over. My mother told my grandmother that she was dying and tried to take one last look. By the time she ran to the hospital, Grandma was lying in bed, her eyes slightly open and unfocused. After I came, Grandma reacted a little, her head slowly leaned to my side, his hands tried to lift but could not lift up, his mouth was speechless, I looked at Grandma, and I did not know what to do.
until now I also think that Grandma finally recognized me, but no one knows what she wants to say.
I didn't go to school when I said goodbye to my body, but my father took me the next morning and was cremated in the afternoon. Funeral home, just me and my dad, talking and laughing. My family tutor is not traditional, there is no filial piety or anything, never taboo to talk about death, this time I think we should relax.
my father pointed to the glass coffin and said, you see, it doesn't look like plastic surgery for Grandma, right? As soon as I saw it, I said, yeah, you look at your mouth and you don't know how much it's stuffed in, and your face has changed.
when I left, I said, I'd better kowtow to Grandma, Dad said, OK, not forced, not high these feudal things.
I knelt down and thought, how many? Three.
the moment my head touched the ground, I felt that my grandmother was underground, in the underworld, and I was on the ground, on earth. When I was a child, my grandmother gave me candy, told me stories at noon to put me to bed, never made up ghosts to scare me, never scolded me, and never bought me anything, although she never bought me anything, because she had no money and loved my grandmother so much. From this moment on, I was separated from yin and yang. The ground was so hard that I couldn't get through it. Grandma was gone forever. I lost her forever. If I look up my head, I'll really say goodbye.
tears flow down unstoppably, crying like a SB.
at that moment I learned that many so-called traditions are not feudal superstitions, not backwardness, but strong feelings that need to be expressed.
when she grew up, he saw a lot of reports of Alzheimer's disease and learned that it was the disease that Grandma had. Grandma is not as moody and difficult to take care of as advertised. On the contrary, Grandma has been very quiet, she just forgot. In her sober years, she experienced the ups and downs of the local master lady's life after being plagiarized (neither grandma nor grandpa came here to make a living and settled here when they were young). After she finally had no worries about food and clothing, she forgot everything and still remembered only poverty.
my family did not add too much financial burden. Although Grandpa worked hard to take care of his grandmother, he later found a babysitter and was not exhausted. He still had time to go to the theatre, go to the flower show and so on. Endure this word, my family is not qualified to say, but my grandfather himself in the end, do not know, old without company, this kind of loneliness, this kind of loss, he may be suffering.
after Grandma died, Grandpa's unrestrained personality suddenly died. Began to believe in Buddhism. In the first year of Grandma's death, Grandpa left home and went to his sister's home for a year. I came back a year later and moved.
the mood of the elderly is introverted, although they do not see great sorrow and joy, but after Grandma's death, Grandpa is very fast, very significant, aging.
Grandpa, after more than a dozen lonely years, went to lie down one morning after breakfast and died in his sleep at the age of 91.
did not go to a nursing home, in his own home.
Dad said that old people have a hard time. Mother said that the old man had a good time.
when writing this answer, what you want is not to talk about suffering in a preconceived way. Is the patient suffering or the family member suffering? Is it true that the patient's family is suffering while he is alive? Or is it hard for the living to endure after they die? In other words, life is full of mixed tastes, taking care of the patient is very tired, very hard and tortured, is it easy to take care of the baby? Is it easy to go to work? The difference may be:
when taking care of a baby, it is full of hope, and whether taking care of an elderly person with Alzheimer's is full of despair.
I didn't expect so many people to like it in two or three days. Thank you.
my work has nothing to do with medicine or hospice care, and I don't have any experience in it. If with the power of words to let such a disease get a little more attention, good. A special condition such as
hurts more than just the patient. Most of the families of the patients are also unbearable. And the incidence of Alzheimer's disease is so high that no fewer than ten friends in the comments say their grandparents/grandparents are ill. As far as my own family is concerned, if I do not have a certain financial affordability, a sick old man may be able to make a mess of the family. Attention to such a condition is very low, with 120 people paying attention to the question and 169 people paying attention today. A random mobile phone APP problem can have thousands of attention.
has this disease, the patient is difficult to speak, and the family will also think a little embarrassed, living in a fool/madman. Not enough for outsiders. The fact is chilling:
since Grandma fell ill and died, up to now, as a science enthusiast, I have read very few articles on treatment, prevention or nursing advice for this disease. Compared to AIDS, breast cancer and other society-wide publicity, education and care, Alzheimer's disease is like the air. The simplest question: what should the elderly at home do if they have Alzheimer's disease? Apart from suffering, there is no other answer. Oh, there is also the positive energy in public service advertisements, saying that we should try our best to take good care of something, to be filial piety and so on. In the face of ideology, human suffering can be ignored. Looking at the other answers, no one says that filial piety is happy at this time, only pain.
is full of despair.
spent a lot of time piecemeal over the three days, and read through all the answers to this question. It should be the most unspeakable reading experience in recent years. In fact, do not say all the answers, just in the comments on this answer, are full of desolation.
the stories of dozens of families have no complaints. No one shows the power, no one conquers the disease. Every story knows the end, but there is still unstoppable sadness when read. I'm not compassionate. I'm not that noble. Half of them feel that it is impossible to taste one of the five flavors of life, and they all have to come together; half of them feel that in the face of illness, everyone is the same, no matter where you are, what you have done, what you look like, poor or rich, it is useless to come in accordance with the laws of nature, and there is no bargaining at all.
the world is big, these stories are too small, no one knows these stories. But I believe, slowly, a lot of people will come to see this question and the following answer. Look at so many anonymous answers, hidden identity, name, and you don't have to know who he or she is. All you need to know is the illness and strength he or she has faced, the suffering of the living and the suffering of the dead.
1. In fact, I do not have much time to check the things reprinted, busy + lazy
2. But if I meet and see, I will not ignore, I am a serious person
3. As written at the beginning, turn to make money, diversion, see y