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.
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
I Laughed, Cried and Gasped, All Within the First Chapter of "Jinxed, Laughing in the Face of Alzheimer's" by Marlene Jaxon
Wednesday, July 1, 2020
- Because my mother, a retired mathematics professor who’d earned her PhD when few women even attended undergraduate school, had always identified with her intellect, her ambition, her drive. Without that, who would she be?
- Because my father’s ability to cope in the day-to-day depended on denying that anything was wrong.
- But mostly, because of stigma.