Life with Dad

Caring for someone with dementia, you have to laugh to keep from crying.

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This blog is a reflection on being a member of the "sandwich generation". We are those sandwiched between aging parents who need care and/or help and their own children. After an extensive remodel of our house, we moved my parents in with us. Dad has Alzheimer’s, which adds complications to the situation.

Monday, July 12, 2004

Food

I don't know if it is the Alzheimer's, or if it is just Dad, but I don't think he has sensations of hungry or full any longer. He eats what ever is set in front of him, accepting seconds only on milk whenever seconds are offered. If his plate is overflowing, he polishes it off. If he only has small portions, he turns down more. We need to be careful about portion sizes and balance to keep his weight from exploding.


A down side of this is that he forgets that he has eaten. Sometimes within a half hour of eating, I'll find him back at the table waiting for food. Mother has started leaving his ice cream (sugarless) stick at his place at lunch so she can prove to him he has eaten. When we tell him that he just had a meal and what he ate, he complains bitterly that we are starving him to death and won't let him have anything. All punctuated by "that is true of me".

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