She is here, but she is not. She use to wake up every morning with a smile on her face and her big blue eyes would open wider than I have ever seen someone open their eyes. I remember when I was younger I would stay the night at her house quite often. She was always the first to wake me up, and she would have already prepared the biggest and most delicious breakfast a person could ask for. We would always play board games for hours upon hours and then go pick the fruits and veggies in the garden to make fresh salads for dinner that night. But now it is different. She is no longer able to wake me up, I have to wake her up. Her bed is no longer her bed, and her house is no longer her house because she is not able to live on her own …show more content…
The official definition is progressive deterioration of the brain that leads to memory loss, confusion, dramatic mood swings, and feeling disoriented. My definition of Alzheimer's Disease- sheer pain.
My Grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s when I was eight years old. This is not something that I talk about much with anyone, not even my parents. It is a sad story, but I feel that it is necessary to tell because it is not a dream, it is reality. The learning experiences from this serious condition could save me from fighting this disease when I am older, and I can take away the importance and value of family and living life without doubts.
My Grandma is an extremely stubborn person. It is her way or the highway. I always thought it was funny to watch her and my mom bicker about which way was right and which way was wrong, until I saw it start to hurt my her health. She didn't take her pills everyday, instead she would throw them in the trash. When my family tried to get her help, she didn't want it. One day she had a stroke, and the whole left side of her body went numb. The feeling in her leg, arm, and feet were just gone, but worst of all her memory was …show more content…
My grandma can no longer remember some of her best and worst childhood memories. She does not remember going to college or being a collegiate athlete. She can not remember anything that she did the previous day, instead she wakes up with a clean slate and the only memory she has is her children and husband. She has no memory of me. The first time I realized she did not know who I was made my stomach sink. I saw her the day before and she knew who I was, but this day when I greeted her with the typical “Hey Grandma!” her answer was, “ What do you mean? I do not have a grandchild.” I thought visiting her everyday and trying to jog her memory with telling stories of the past would help, but the disease is too harsh to let that even be an