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.

Chapter 5- Journal 2006

April 13, 2006
Today as I prepared to take Mom and Dad to the second member of the ‘team,’ the gerontologist, I called at about 8:45 a.m. to see if they were ready. Mom sputtered, “We are not going to the doctor.” I reminded her I took the day off, and I’d arrive at their house in about ten minutes.
At the last moment, I grabbed my journal, putting it in the backseat, where Mom would sit, but wrapped it, completely concealed, in my coat.
As I parked in their driveway, I observed all doors, including the garage door, were shut and drapes drawn. I rang the doorbell. At first no one answered. Then they hollered, through the door, “We are not going.” I persuaded them to let me in, however Mom and Dad refused to come out.
Mom said they wouldn’t get in the car. She snipped, “We don’t want to meet with the committee.” Dad agreed...