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.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Well, THAT Didn't Happen

There is an article in Tuesday's New York Times about weight loss being a common problem for people with Alzheimer's beginning in middle age before any symptoms of dementia appear.

Dad never had that problem. He is carrying 175 pounds on his very small-boned 5'8" frame with a 42" waist. This is an improvment from his greatest weight of over 200 pounds before we started restricting his diet. Unlike many elderly who quit eating, Dad is always ready to eat and often whines about not being fed. He will keep eating as long as there is food that he likes in front of him. (He won't eat anything that requires more than 2 or 3 chews per bite--too much work). There are also a few spicy dishes I occasionally prepare that he doesn't like. I bet he is an "over-taster" since he has always preferred bland foods.

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