At the age of forty seven, the early onset of Alzheimer's disease has wrapped its unforgiving cruel hands around my life with no hope of change. There is no cure. I can no longer drive, take my own medication; I forget my children's birthdays,my ss#... I lose days and I pray for the end. Then I am reminded with great love. Compassion. Respect and devotion that I am still of value. My husband, David, of fifteen years reminds me that it is his hand I will be holding to the end of this journey. MY HERO. MY HUSBAND.
Submitted by SHERRY
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