When I was a kid, there wasn't much in the way of organized sports for kids. In the summer, there was always a coed pick-up game of kick ball, dodge ball or H-O-R-S-E going on in the neighborhood somewhere. We all had family memberships at a local...
Like many other chronic illnesses, Alzheimers has a mysterious rhythm of good days and bad, but gradually what you used to consider a very bad day becomes the norm. The good days are now a pleasant surprise, but Mom's not able to string many of them...