Alzheimers: Our Journey Will Not Be In Vain
Clookie's Story
Sept. 6, 2001, started out as a regular day. I went to work, took Mom to another doctor appointment -- nothing too unusual. Except this day, and that doctor's appointment, had the potential to change our lives forever.
I will always remember the moment the geriatrics social worker told me, "Your concerns are confirmed. Your mother has Alzheimer's disease.
"Mom didn't cry; she took it like a warrior"
"The doctor would like to know if he should tell your mom that she has probable Alzheimer's disease," she continued. "He won't, if you ask him not to." I could barely hear her through the tears in my eyes and my brain screaming, "NO, NO, NO!" I did however, recognize myself uttering something like, "Honesty is best," or "She would want to know." I know I said something; I just can't remember that part. Mom didn't cry; she took it like a warrior.
She was prescribed Aricept and we walked out of the office like zombies. I know the doctor and the social worker were telling us more information about what and when and how. I just can't remember that part either.
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