My caregiving journey budded in October 2020, before my mom was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's in June of 2021. She had also been living with an "isolated memory impairment" since at least 2010. Mom was working full-time, though her company was closing and she was to be laid off at the end of December 2020. I visualized the steps needed for my mom to search, apply and interview for a new job, and realized the gradual changes in her abilities over several years was going to make this process impossible for her. The ominous question, "Could this be Alzheimer's?", had been lurking for some time, but at this point was pounding at our door. From then on, I was dedicating every day off work, paid time off work and nights to care for her life and well-being, including early retirement planning, setting up and attending doctor, testing and diagnostic appointments, and completing endless paperwork, all the while trying to balance a new career.
Shortly after diagnosis, she moved into my home with me and my spouse in November 2021. We thrived for seven months. At the end of May 2022, there was a drastic change in her personality and behavior, not attributed to any acute medical condition or other clear triggers. Her Alzheimer's was progressing and so was the attention she required. Hospitalizations and medications helped intermittently. She was kicked out of her day program due to behavior and we could not really afford any in-home care, nor would she accept it. Luckily, my spouse worked from home and could provide general supervision to her while I worked. After work, I cared for mom. She continued to lose abilities, awareness and memories. She constantly wanted to "go home", no matter how hard I tried to make her feel at home. I made the difficult decision to transition my mom to a memory care facility in October 2023. I felt deep grief and guilt with my decision, but still thought it was the best thing to do. Unfortunately, she did not acclimate and I was visiting frequently to help provide basic care and emotional support to her. She had severely increased agitation and aggression, leading to hospitalization to re-attempt medication stabilization on November 29th, 2023 and currently ongoing. I have been abruptly thrust back into dedicating every day off work, paid time off work and nights to tend to her care planning, well-being and with a very unknown outcome, as she may not be able to return to that memory care facility. It's unclear what will happen when she is discharged from the hospital, and I am working diligently to ensure that she will have a safe place to be.
This disease has taken a lot from her, but glimmers of my mom still appear. When she sees me, she greets me with immense love and relief. I still notice and embrace the mom that showered me with such care and adoration. Despite colossal emotional and physical fatigue setting in and Alzheimer's breaking down our door and wreaking havoc in our home, I will tirelessly claim our space and love and dignify this journey for her. But gosh, I'm tired.