A Journey into Alzheimer's Disease

Intro and Chapter One

This a fictional story based on true facts, names were changed to protect the innocent..copyrights apply...

A Journey into Alzheimer's Disease It seems we were all born in the image of a Man, they call Jesus Christ ( well in the religion I was brought up in) and He was the human example of Life on earth and He suffered for us and forgave us our sins...

I wonder why, everyday, we have become so less human in our thoughts, or maybe we become more human because of the state the world is in now. I am in no way capable of knowing the answer to this but want to write about a woman born in 1919 and she is now 90 and has Alzheimer's disease .

It is a sad state of mind to exist in, then again she seems happy, has no worries, is well cared for (thanks though to the insurance policies her and her husband set up) and live in the moments...the moments that come and go so very quickly, you see the brain is now like Swiss cheese with those random holes you see in a slice of it. Her thoughts begin with a definite direction but when it reaches one of those open spaces it falls off, and becomes lost. Like when one reaches a detour, in an unfamiliar place and doesn't know which way to turn? The more turns you make , the more lost you become.

There is much new research and many new studies being done today to try and improve the chances of NOT getting this disease and that is all good, but does not for now really give her much chance, for this is a death disease, a suffering of some kind we all seem to be destined to endure. It is not necessarily our choice, but we do have control over such things as food, exercise, honesty, love, truthfulness and the list goes on.

One may not suffer in this manner, it may be a physical disabling, or some other terrible disease, but in the end there seems to be no way to escape suffering, pain and loneliness.

I have her story to tell in the hopes it will help other's and help me, as I grieve her coming death everyday.

I want to start at what I consider the beginning as I know it. Seen through the eyes of her daughter, her first born girl, one of four girls. Three still living and one that has passed away some 14 years ago from breast cancer.

Truth and honesty are the main things in life that keep one

a real person and make one whole. After that all things fall

into their proper place, both inside and in all one can do

during the brief time here on earth.

Whenever life seems hard and things are more then tough,

it is all to make a better person. How you choose

to deal with and except what is presented for your

handling, is what gives you integrity and strength and the

fortitude to challenge yourself and believe in others. Trust

with your knowledge of right and wrong, truth and honesty and

believe they are the basis of where we need to go, where we

need to show how strong we are and if we can fulfill our own

inner sensitivity.

Life began for this girl with more then a few hard knocks, of

course having no control of the circumstances of where she was born

or the way times were then.

Her parents being young and descendants

from Germany only knew farming as a way of life. Hard work from

sunrise to sunset, and winters that were so cold, freezing was of

great concern. Surprisingly she was born into a family of four girls, no

boys to help with the hard work and their father expected them to help

with the harvesting and caring for the animals, the feeding, the milking,

and their mom needed help with all her chores.

Well you see this was actually the girls step-mom and not very well

liked by the four sisters either. In fact they mostly hated her, for trying

to be their mom. She was nothing like the mother they had that

died after giving birth to the youngest of the girls. The three older

sisters always blamed the youngest for their mom's death,since she came

home and not their mama.

Life took a very different turn that year, with the maid their father hired to help with all the housework, cooking and cleaning and laundry and caring

for his young girls. He just had no other choice he needed to feed his

young'ens, grieving or not he was responsible , caring, an honest,

truthful man. He did the best he was able to do, but never had too much

extra time with his girls. He felt sad and had a tough time keeping things

going, and not much money coming in.

Seemed to him the maid was doing a fine job, and she was pretty enough,

and was good company, as an adult for him. After a few years, and the

girls were a bit older, he began to work them in the fields he decided

it was time to marry the maid, and give his daughters a mother and he

was more then ready for a new wife by this time.

As it turned out that was just what she was waiting for, then she could freely make these lazy girls get to work. However their father was just one step ahead of his new wife and took them into his fields and taught them just how to be a good farmer, although they

actually were happier being with their father, they had to take turns with

both him and then their new step-mother as she was very demanding

and could talk her new husband into almost anything.

It now was into the late 20's, and Woodrow Wilson was president

and women had gained the right to vote and prohibition was in full

swing, the Ford car had been invented and the Flapper era was now

a normal thing. Seems everyone was partying and smoking and drinking

(though alcohol was illegal) even cocaine was used on a regular basis (it was

legal) and their step mother was not about to be left out. She had a way

of getting what she wanted and she wanted to Party.

Consequently the girls were left alone many times to fend for themselves.

Their dad was not about to have any gossip spread around and told

the girls they better keep their little mouths shut, fearing both him and

her they obeyed.

In the winter time they had a long walk to get to school, with shoes that

the soles had holes in them, their gloves were worn pretty thin, and

they had mostly hand me down clothes. And to help keep them warm

their step-mother would bake potatoes for them to hold in their hands

and then eat it for lunch. At the time it wasn't unusual, as many of the

school children were from the poorer side of town.

Many secrets were kept during this time and one was that there father

had become a bootlegger and brewed his own and sold it. It was hidden

way away from his farm and whenever someone would approach the area

his wife and he had some sort of a warning rigged up. It worked for many

years even after he became the cities mayor, he was still doing illegal brewing.

What their dad did was so opposite of what he always preached.

So the girls grew up mainly believing it was okay to have a false image

of yourself for others. Trouble with that is it becomes a part of you with

out you really realizing it and later on in life it hurts unknowingly in

many ways.

She and her sisters were all good students in school all through the years.

It is suspected that was to get the approval and attention they so craved

from the home life they now were subjected to. Pretty young girls, the eldest

being the leader of the four and also making her siblings believe she knew

more then any of them, which in turn angered the sisters, but being younger

they were not about to cross her path anymore then their step-mothers.

As the time drew near for her ( being the second born) to graduate from high school

she began to date a nice young man, who by the way was also a son of parents

from Germany, and had four brothers of his own. He and another boy were buddies

and actually the three of them started running around together, it was as if she

now had two brothers of her own.

Life was really feeling good as she graduated with top honors along with

winning first place in a penmanship contest sponsored by the state. Summer was

upon them and both her male friends went to work on the farm to help out her

father, he did pay well for the times, and she liked it because they were around most

every day. Although her oldest sister had left home and had moved to Calif. she did

miss her every now and then, she really was the one that could talk to their father

and get him to let them go out somewhat sooner then other girls. It was apparent

that the young man named ????? had taken a defiant liking to her and they began

to court,( well sneakingly), not long after he began work.

He came from a much poorer family and was ecstatic to be bringing home some cash

to help out , as well as have some for himself. He was used to eating very

unhealthy actually, like doughnuts most mornings for breakfast, the sugar rush would

get him going, but then he would be hungry most of the rest of the day, till supper. He

never did have a lunch in school.

(As children were hidden from the troubles of the world and the decline in employment, as most

Americans were categorized as poor, by their very government and many lived in shacks,

and were begging for food or going to the Soup Kitchens to survive. It was a tough time.

Banks failed by the thousands, many lost their savings and jobs, unemployment was it's highest.)

 

So their courtship began to become a bit more exciting and also stimulating to them both.

They were typical , hormones in full gear, and having the time of their lives. They attended fairs

and the barn dances, oh how she loved to dance and he was also a good dancer. So the

summer just seemed to fly by, with work and play and the heat and the ever so demands of

her step-mother.

She received many letter's from her sister in California wanting her to come join her and telling

her how wonderful it was, and so up to date with many things to do and places to go. It was

truly the land of opportunity. The weather was a steady comfortable temperature, and no

freezing winter's like in their home town of Devils Lake, oh there was snow in the high country

North of San Francisco, but not in the "Bay Area" as it was called. The waters were so nice

and the air every bit as clean and clear. Seafood to lavish your palate on and neighbors much

closer and even friendly. It was a bustling place with so many more chances of making a

living and having just as much fun, probably more, when she thought about it.

Her sister, also confessing she had met a man and they were now speaking about marriage , she really

wanted her to come to the wedding at least, and then she could see for herself how great California

was.

Telling her boyfriend ???? about the last letter they became very excited, planning to go together.

They would both tighten their belts and save every nickle they could, it was nothing new, but the

trip away from here would be!!!! One night lying on the blanket, under the starry sky and holding

each other close, as they often did, things became a bit more passionate as they dreamt about

what they would see and how to make the trip, and maybe they could find a job there and never

have to return.

He kissed her slowly and softly placed his hands where he had dared not to go ever

before. Somehow she did not resist him as he had imagined she would. Deep sighs and

wiggles that totally warmed him from within, he just couldn't hold back anymore. He began to

slip his hand inside her dress top to feel her firm, voluptuous breasts, and they were everything

he had dreamed they might be. She rubbed her fingertips through his dark brown hair and

licked his lips, softly whispering in his ear, "don't stop, I thought you would never touch me"

"it feels so good". In the same breath, saying "it is so wrong and they really shouldn't", but they did.

Comments 13 comments

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G-Ma Johnson 6 years ago from NW in the land of the Free Author

UMMM... as I went back to re-read this I need help...lost myself in a fw spots..I know it needs work so any advise you can give me I will appreciate...this is harder then i ever thought...:O) Hugs G-Ma


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Jackwms 6 years ago

I would not change one word. It is beautiful.


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G-Ma Johnson 6 years ago from NW in the land of the Free Author

Awww... Thank you Sir...:O) Hugs G-Ma


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oliversmum 6 years ago from australia

No need to change anything. It is a wonderful but sad look into this very tragic disease.From personal experience stage 3 is where they have come to a Happy place in their mind,after all the anger and frustrations have past. It!s nice to read something that tells you exactly how it is, warts and all. I believe Folks / Carers going thru this,should have some idea of what lies ahead, and truely this hub does just that. Thank you. :)


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G-Ma Johnson 6 years ago from NW in the land of the Free Author

oliversmum...well nice of you to say my dear...Thank you...:O) hugs G-Ma


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Abrushing1968 6 years ago from USA- Florida

G-Ma Your killing me with these stories. I am blushing. I look forward to the next instalment

ABR


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G-Ma Johnson 6 years ago from NW in the land of the Free Author

Abrushing1968...you are BLUSHING and have 5 children... LOL Well I have written like 12 more pages...think I should reveal them here?...:O) Hugs G-Ma


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Abrushing1968 6 years ago from USA- Florida

Well.. Ummm... What can I say....I am... well.... shucks!LOL Hahahaha

Are they as steamy as this one?


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G-Ma Johnson 6 years ago from NW in the land of the Free Author

In parts my dear...LOL... you looking for steamy??? :O) Hugs G-Ma


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Raven King 6 years ago from Cabin Fever

Hi G-Ma. This is incredible and powerful writing. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks. (((HUGS))))....:O)


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G-Ma Johnson 6 years ago from NW in the land of the Free Author

Thank You Angel....:O) Hugs


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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

Great story, I can relate to this...


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oscillationatend 6 years ago from a recovering narcissist.

This is rather endearing.

No matter what we believe as individuals, the qualities of an exemplary human remain a constant.

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