An Open Letter from a Ten Year Dementia Caregiver
As I begin to write this letter I am feeling the consequences of being a ten year dementia caregiver. I often think about the fact that it is never going to get better. My happiness now depends upon whether or not my husband smiles or doesn’t smile. When I first awaken him while sleeping in his chair, if he smiles, I know it is a good day. If he doesn’t smile, and has trouble getting…