A Bad News Day

Yes, today I received bad news---about my Dad. He visited my MI. home for 3 weeks this summer and I noticed he wasn't the same man. He would forget things I had just told him although his long-term memory was pretty good. Being a nurse, I called my stepmother and told her what I had seen. She, too, had been noticing changes. He was angry and argumentative and forgetful more than usual. I told her then he needed to see a Doctor. She did take him to see a Neurologist. The diagnosis is exactly what I assumed---Alzheimer's Disease. Damn! This bites. He's on meds but I know this is an ugly progressive disease. My great grandmother had it ( not his grandmother, my mother's). So, it falls to me to tell the rest of my siblings. What a sucky day.

My Dad knows and understands his diagnosis but he's trying to keep his sense of humor for now. I could just cry my eyeballs dry over this. I love ya, Dad. I'll be there for you.