Alzheimer's Home: A Short Story

Alzheimer is a dangerous disease that mostly affects the brain. Alzheimer disease associates itself with a set of symptoms including memory loss as well as talking and thinking challenges. These side effects happen when harm occurs in the cerebrum. The decision to pick between a nursing home care and assisted living for a close person who requires special help is a troublesome dilemma that face numerous families who have Alzheimer patients. Families are often feel poorly prepared to settle on the right choice. The research aims at helping families by looking at the advantages and shortcomings of every sort of consideration. The reason is that before making a decision on that topic, it is important

Alzheimer’s Disease is an irreversible, genetically linked illness. This disease was chosen for the topic of this essay under the consideration that in many families the illness can be incredibly tragic, passing down for generations without mercy. It is not rare to encounter families in which each member is afflicted with a form, mild or severe, of Alzheimer’s. The disease is a progressive brain disease which comes in two separate types: Early-Onset Alzheimer’s Disease and Late-Onset Alzheimer’s Disease. These will be discussed in full later on in the paper.

Taking care of elderly parents isn’t easy, as Kit, not her real name, found out.

What is the definition of a closet? An enclosed space used for the storage of clothing, in use or

After reading your essay, I would conclude that the topic of your essay is about the mistreatment of elderly people living with Alzheimer’s in nursing homes and that you are arguing that these individuals are more likely to suffer abuse because of several factors such as inability to report the abuse, uncaring staff, and incompetent staff that lack training in patient care and equipment use. There appears to be organization of an introduction, thesis, and several body paragraphs under the related headings. However, there is no separate heading for the conclusion though the last paragraph has a clear tone of wrapping up the paper. The paper exceeds the content length requirement of five pages and has several different sources located on the reference page from a range of outside sources.

I was 16 when I learned what it meant to be dead. I had known of it before, but I didn’t really know death -- I was too young to really understand. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to ward off the waves from washing away my grandparents when they were in Mexico, and I was here. We were separated by oceans of land so our contact was limited. And the oceans only got deeper as I realized that Alzheimer's meant something beyond just memory loss. It meant I watched my Abuelito’s glassy eyes lead to an empty attic, and knew I was waiting for a tsunami to take it over like it had the rest of him.

In the autumn of 2013 my beloved grandmother suffered from many medical complications. After discovering esophageal cancer, surgery to remove it caused a tear in her esophagus, which led to numerous health hazards. As a result, the cancer spread throughout my grandmother’s bloodstream and it was impossible to maintain her health. By October of the same year, she fought to maintain her optimistic personality that I admired so dearly as a child. There was nothing more the doctor’s could do and while she wasn’t able to speak clearly, she understood the circumstances completely. As my mother asked her if she was ready to rest she pointed up to the heavens with her eyes closed. As we said our goodbyes she was given morphine until she was no longer with us. To force my grandmother to suffer and endlessly wait for healing would have been selfish of us. It is hard for those of us who are healthy to consider death as a logical option in crucial situations. While it is a difficult concept to grasp, in certain circumstances it is the better

This study evaluated how people with Alzheimer’s disease present their life story. The authors utilized a narrative design using interviews as their basis for researching the importance in developing the knowledge about how people with Alzheimer’s disease present their life story, since life story work is believed to be a key concept in person-centered care according to these authors. A total of nine (9) participants (5 women and 4 men), aged 60-81 years were recruited via a geriatric clinic, healthcare center or by advertisement in local newspapers. All data collection, through interviews, was conducted in the patient’s home. Participants were asked questions pertaining to the following areas of their life: childhood, adult life, occupations,

Alzheimer’s disease slowly steals a person’s dignity and erases precious memories. The “Alzheimer’s Disease Guide”, found on WebMD explains that tasks become more difficult to do often leading to confusion and behavior changes. The article further explains the progression of the disease also brings hardship to family and friends (1). To best cope with Alzheimer’s we must better understand the disease.

In November of 2014 my aunt tragically took her own life. That day I got a tearful phone call from my dad; I could feel his heart breaking as the words came out of his mouth. I held back tears as I drove to his office to be with him, knowing that in this moment I had to be strong for my dad. Together, heavy-hearted, we went and broke the news to my grandparents. During a time of year when most people prepare to gather together with loved ones to celebrate the holidays, my family and I were unexpectedly thrown into a period of mourning. My grandmother asked again and again why Joanie did what she did. I was at a loss for words. I had no answers. I still don’t.

In life everyone’s gone through some type of struggle/tragedy, no matter how old you are you’ve been through something tragic. Whether you were alive during 9/11, a bombing or mass murder, or just a death in the family. It changes you and not for the good most of the time, my struggles outcome was different. Studies have shown that people who go through tragedies during the ages of 2-24 impairs their judgment when they grow up.

So many questions came to my mind...is my grandma cancer free for real this time? Will she go through another surgery? Is Gram going to die? Why did God choose Grandma? My grandma is one of the strongest people I have ever met and ever will meet. Christmas of 2015 I thought would be her last and that I should take it all in for maybe the last Christmas Eve together. 2016 comes around the corner and Grandma Botbyl is sitting on the couch surrounded by her loving family on another Christmas Eve thankful for God’s presence. I am glad to say that Grandma Botbyl is now cancer free and God really did bring me alone with my family through one bumpy

Therefore, this home should be an Alzheimer’s friendly home and it should put everything in place to support John such as staff training aiming at how to support John (Dicks et al., 2015; RCN, 2013). John’s medication should also be reviewed regularly (NICE, 2006; RCPSYCH, 2015).

My grandpa had died of lung cancer in 2004 and even though I was young I can still remember my family mourning. We knew he didn’t have long and yet when he past, it was like a void was left that could not be filled. So, when my grandma was diagnosed with liver cancer, I remember asking my self why? Why god? My grandma had never drank or smoked a cigarette a day in her life; It just didn’t make sense. The doctors told her that she would not make it six months, but those doctors didn’t know my grandma. She was diagnosed in April and was determined to make it till Christmas. Christmas was her favorite holiday and her house had Christmas decorations that stayed up year round. My parents didn’t tell me and my brothers and sisters for about a month because they did not know how to break the news to

“Just do me one favor, live your life the way you want and in the best way possible. Do whatever makes you happy and when you think of me, think of all the good times we had. Please don’t dwell on this moment. I am so proud of you. I love you,” spoke my great Aunt Debbie, a few hours before she passed. I will never forget the way her raspy voice sounded as she layed there in that hospital bed and I layed there in mine. The only thing between us was a phone and a few hundred miles. If you could do anything to have one more conversation with a loved one, would you take your chances? Sometimes too often, we don’t say the things we want to say to the ones we love and before we know it, it’s too late. If I only had one chance to speak to my Aunt Debbie again, I would take it and I would tell her how important she was to me.