I'm raising children and caring for my dad with Alzheimer's. They all need me at once.
The author is in the sandwich years, taking care of her children and her parents. Courtesy of the author I'm raising young children while helping care for my father with Alzheimer's. My children are gaining independence as my father loses his. The experience has reshaped how I think about grief, memory, and family relationships. In December 2018, my mom sent a group text to hop on a call. She was holding the results of my dad's test. He has asked my mom to deliver the news. My dad, who spent his entire life showing up for other people, couldn't bring himself to deliver the news to his kids. His cognitive test came to 17 out of 30. By November 2019, the results were official. I was living in Brooklyn, eight months pregnant with my first baby, standing in my kitchen with my husband making dinner , when we got the call. My dad had Alzheimer's. He was 66 when he was diagnosed My dad was a quiet man. Deeply humble. A highly respected otolaryngologist who built a free c...