Several years ago, my sweet sister came up to Alabama to help me care for my mother who had Alzheimer’s. It was a difficult time for me and there were times, I thought I would surely die before she did.
You see, mother not only had Alzheimer’s but she was a bi-polar schizophrenic with Alzheimer’s!
When my step father died, I had asked her doctor for some meds to keep her manageable, which he was kind enough to provide me. The problem however was getting her to take them. Getting her to take them resulted in me getting a black eye, which had my brother not seen it coming and blocked it would have resulted in a far worse shiner than it was. It was still bad. Mother had not handled the death of her husband well and I had noticed a marked difference in her behavior afterward. Understandably of…
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