Alzheimer's Daughter

The Story

Alzheimer’s Daughter introduces the reader to my healthy parents, Ed and Ibby, years before their diagnosis, then recounts painful details as our roles reversed and I became my parents’ parent.

Their disease started as translucent, confused thoughts and ended in a locked memory care unit after a near decade of descent into the opaque world of Alzheimer's.

I began writing Alzheimer’s Daughter one week after my mother's death––when I was stunned, realizing Dad had no memory of her or their 66-year marriage.

I write to pay tribute to the undying spirit at Ed and Ibby's core, and with the hope that the story of their parallel decline might be helpful to others.

Friday, June 10, 2016

Meet Carol Bradley Bursack author of Minding Our Elders

It Started With Joe. My neighbor Joe’s wife died. Joe was in his 80s, his only child lived across the country and he was totally deaf. How could I not help? My children were then young. We grew to love Joe, but I had no way of knowing that he would become my charge for over five years. Still, I don’t see that I could have done things differently.

After Joe’s death, my own elders started falling like dominos into my caregiver’s arms. First, my childless aunt and uncle moved to our community to be close to family. Before long, my uncle started having strokes and my aunt died of cancer. Meanwhile, my in-laws’, as well as my parents’, health began to crash. At one time, I was running between care-settings six or seven hours a day, six days a week and a few hours on Sundays when I had some backup. I never thought about the fact that this could go on for two decades.

My example echoes that of many. We go into caregiving – usually gradually – thinking in the short term. For most people, caregiving lasts much longer than anticipated. I now know that I should have taken better care of myself from the start. I hope, through my work with caregivers, that I can help them do what I didn’t do.  I hope to help them learn the importance of self-care. 

During the mid to later years of caregiving, I wrote Minding Our Elders: Caregivers Share Their Personal Stories, though the “Epilogue” was written after my last three elders died.

For years, I combined freelance writing with caregiving, but eventually I had to return to the “real” work force even though I still had three elders who needed me and an ill son. We do what we must. I learned, on-the-fly, the skills needed in the modern world – mostly technical. Eventually, through my job as librarian/news researcher at a newspaper, I was able to write an elder care column, also titled “Minding Our Elders.”  Now, "Minding Our Elders" is a full-service writing business.

The book Minding Our Elder’s is a portable support group. As the name implies, I am a strong advocate for caregivers, but also elder dignity.

Grieving begins when adult children begin to see their parents' decline. They need support through the whole process. Minding Our Elders: Caregivers Share Their Personal Stories brings that support to the caregiver. Three in the morning and you can't call a friend? No problem. The storytellers in the book understand. Read one story. Read two. Feel the comfort and support of others who have gotten through this. Tomorrow is another day. 

Through my book, I offer emotional support. Through my newspaper column, I give practical advice and resources. Through all of my work - my blog, column, caregiver’s forum, speaking, and my role as writer and forum moderator for major caregiving websites - I offer support from the caregiving trenches. My website and blog bring it all together at and

The responses that I’ve received from readers have been humbling and gratifying. The reward of knowing that my elders’ suffering, particularly that of my dad who had dementia and inspired my first book, makes me aware that this is a team effort between those for whom I’ve provided care and my own dedication to carry on their legacy while I attempt to help others navigate their caregiving journey.

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