Lewy Body Dementia: A Father - Daughter Story
Dad as a parent, our interactions as adults
Managing my father’s care for the next 14 months was like trying to manage the care of a child, only worse. Children are striving for independence and achieve it little by little. My father was …
Nursing Home Staff We liked and appreciated most of the staff in the second nursing home. Many nursing home Certified Nursing Assistants (CNA or “aid”) are from other countries, and English is not their first …
I work downtown Minneapolis, and often pass “The Lumber Exchange” building. My dad often took me there when I was young to buy building products – it truly was “the lumber exchange”. Now it houses …
He Has to Move Dad was just getting settled in the first care home, when they let us know he would have to move. He was going downhill mentally, could not talk much anymore, but …
Tears I recall at least two nights leaving Dad at that first nursing home and crying all the way home. One night I started to cry when I left his room. I wondered why no …
When he lived at The Plaza I would often stop in for a visit. A couple of conversations with Dad come to mind. Wedding Ring Wedding Ring – My dad had not worn his wedding …
Lurking Lewy The name of this blog is “Dancing with Lewy”. As I mentioned in the last blog, I do believe Lewy was lurking in the background all this time, we just did not know …
Grief I grieved for my mother. Grief was my master. Grief decided I would hear a song and cry in my car. Grief said, be flooded with sadness at the local theater after her death, …
Calm A year and a half went by. My mother took care of them mentally, sorting their medications and making simple meals. My dad took care of her physically, making their toast in the morning …
Stuck in the Brush Now he was truly “stuck in the brush”. I had excellent ideas as to what my dad could do with his new-found time at home. He and my mom could …
