Alzheimer’s disease. I watched my maternal grandmother decline in bits and pieces when I went home on holidays. She asked the same questions over and over and said things that were out of character.
When my paternal grandmother died from the same condition, I thought to myself, “Well, that’s it. I guess I’m going out that way, too.”Meanwhile, I was raising four kids with either diagnosed attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) or obvious-but-undiagnosed ADHD.
My house usually looked like someone dumped an oversized stuffed trash bag on the floor and then used a broom to spread it around.
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