Alone Together- When a Spouse Develops Alzheimer’s Disease, the Painful Goodbye Can Last Decades
The man I live with is not the man I fell in love with and married. My physician husband, with his athletic torso and steely blue eyes, has slowly been robbed of something we all take for granted: the ability to navigate the mundane activities of daily living—bathing, shaving, dressing and using the bathroom.
His inner clock is confused and can’t be reset. His eyes are vacant and unaware, as if an internal window shade has been drawn.
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