by Leo Notenboom
Washington, USA
My 87-year-old father has Alzheimer’s disease, is profoundly deaf, and has difficulty walking. In recent years, my 82-year-old mother cared for his slowly increasing needs, carefully assisting, guiding, and reminding him through his daily life.
Early in 2002, I convinced my mother to have someone help with my father one afternoon a week. My mom and I began spending Thursday afternoons together, away from the constant vigilance of caring for my father. Kathleen, a caregiver recommended by a friend, spent the afternoon with my dad.
