Yes.
It is dreary, distressing . . .
especially given that the disease tends to take their best traits and leave their worst.
But, it can also give us lessons in loving strong and strong willed people who were fiercely independent almost to a fault, as well.
Sometimes changing diapers is not just a cuddly baby goo goo geechi gah gah loving sweetness. But, it can still be a full of sacrificial servant hearted love time.
If we aren’t here to learn to love REGARDLESS, then I think I may have missunderstood the script.
I will never forget Ronald Reagan’s fond and friendly letter to America when he announced he had Alzheimer disease.
Nor will I ever be able to express my admiration to Nancy for her courage and sacrifice in making the twilight of his life as comfortable and dignified as possible.
Quix,
I agree...though I admit I was fortunate enough not to have to change my Mother’s diapers. Others (family, nursing home staff, or hospice staff) were always there to spare me that gut check.
Mother never complained about changing my dirty stuff...and I’m a bit ashamed that I’m glad I didn’t have to do hers.
Your statement was beautiful.