My grandmother have had the disease since 2001. Eleven years of this progressive and debilitating disease. She is 85, and in perfect health. I take care of her full time, believe me , is a daily struggle for both of us. She is a very independent woman, and the fact that someone else serves her, clean and almost do everything for her is frustrating for her. I don't mind at all, but it breaks my heart to see her reaction when she cant remember where she is,or cant remember if she ate or not.
In her few moments of clarity, she come to me crying, maybe afraid that I might not be there for her someday. Now I am the adult, while she became the child. She is living in my home with my husband and our kids. We cant help feeling sorry for her condition. Trying always to distract her, so she wont feel as a burden. She is not used to depend on others. I am one of the few people that she recognizes, and am scared to death of the day that she cant. Take care.