My mom has moderate Alzheimer’s disease. Back in 2012, I chose to move in with her to ride along her challenging decline, in order to help understand and communicate her adaptations to other caregivers. I worked solidly and lived modestly…
My mom has moderate Alzheimer’s disease. Back in 2012, I chose to move in with her to ride along her challenging decline, in order to help understand and communicate her adaptations to other caregivers. I worked solidly and lived modestly…
Kindly give me a moment to continue very briefly contemplating whether that title is corny to a degree necessitating shame upon it being posted. That contemplation is quite the mental ride. You should give it a go, if you’re into…