What They Don't Tell You About Alzheimer's
I am grateful to the many people who have sent in reviews and contacted me privately after reading this book. Their comments, empathy, and shared experiences have been the true catharsis in this endeavor, many times bringing a tear to my eye. Until I started hearing from readers, I was never really sure that writing such a personal and at times embarrassing account was what my mother would have wanted. She was a loving, caring person who devoted her life to her family and her husband. She spent many years working as a volunteer and ombudsman in a nursing home in New York. But she was also a private person. If she could hear and read the comments, the kind words and sentiments from the many people who have read this book, I know she would be pleased that her experience has helped others, if not physically or tangibly, at least in the sense that by sharing the intimate details of her suffering, she gave others the sense they are not alone.My mother died on October 19, 2011, exactly one year ago. (I am writing this on October 19, 2012.)Rest in peace, Ma. You did good.