My dad has Alzheimer’s. I have contemplated sharing his story for a long time. The words have just never come. Even now, it is a slippery foe that is often vague and confusing, cloaked in denial until it can be denied no more. I’m not sure how to tell his story yet.
He hates the disease that has addled his sense of reason and recognition. We can’t even say Alzheimer’s disease in his presence. We call it his brain disease in order to avoid a boisterous outburst of denial. Brain disease he can accept. Alzheimer’s? Never!