While our recent routine of evening tricycle exercise, my friend shared her experiences with her friend.
She has a friend who live in the same apartment complex as hers. They have been friends for 15 years now. Her friend was diagnosed as dementia and has been treated through medicines for these past three years. Regardless of his doctor raised his medication dose level as the maximum, the symptoms of his dementia has gotten worse every day. My friend does not have any lawful connections with him, but she cannot leave him alone. She has been taking care of him as a friend for free of charge by preparing his meals giving him mediation every morning and evening.
As one of the dementia symptoms, her friend sometimes does not remember his own name nor her name. Sometimes he expresses anger toward her for nothing. But still she doesn’t stop taking care of her friend.
I asked her the reason why she still takes care of him. She said both of her parents passed away 20 years ago. At their last couple of years, they were diagnosed as dementia. I don’t know the details on who took care of them in their last years.
She said she hates the sickness itself, but she never hated them. She said maybe the soul of a person with dementia does not with the body anymore.
I thought of my dad. He might have dementia even though he would deny. At this moment I don’t like my dad being stingy, stubborn, and self-centered. This might be his original personality not from dementia. I don’t know. All I can do at this moment is try not to hate him.
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