My Mom, who had been diagnosed with dementia, was leaning up against the sink in the bathroom. Her soapy hands were under running water. I was reaching around her trying to gently use a nail brush to clean under her nails; she’d just had another accident and her hands and nails were a mess.
I was completely unprepared for my caregiving journey and set out on choppy waters because I was determined to care for my parents.
I signed up for my caregiving journey quickly. My strong, healthy, WWII-hero Dad had to be taken off an airplane in a wheelchair. He had gotten so sick during the flight the attendants were concerned for his well-being.