REALITY.

This post, well this is when our lives, our being my mom and I, changed drastically. By this point we had sold up the farm as well as our old house so that we could find a new home that had a cottage or a flatlet for my grandpa to stay in. This wasn't easy as we had to find something in our tight budget price range and also somewhere that's not too far from school as I was in grade 9 when we moved. 

We managed to find a house that had a double garage that we could transform into a cottage as we had a bit of money from the farm and house. My grandpa stayed in the house with us for a while and it wasn't to bad having someone else since my mom an I were the only two for a long time. we had taken my grandpa to a place called, "The Memory centre" in Rosebank to have him tested for Alzheimers. Yes, He did have it yet he was brilliant at the tests they did that we couldn't even get right like minusing 8 from a 100 continuisly . This was the early stages though. They had put him on trials as well as the medication aricept for about two years. There were a few side effects on the trials which then ended. We had kept my grandpa on Aricept for about two years although we were told it would maintain them but at some point that would hit a sudden drop. My mom had said once that it was financially hard on us as medical aids consider it a "Family Problem" and don't pay a cent. We also wondered if it was fair prolonging something that my grandpa hated so much and denied that he had even had Alzheimers Disease as he would've preferred to have passed on. So, we stopped the pills. 

It didn't even make a difference. 

My grandpa stayed maintained on the same level for quite a while and with that being the case we got the garage converted into to a cottage asap so he could have his own space... and we could have our space back. Its been going well as he can make his own coffee still although it seems as though by this point he could no longer put a sandwich together as if it was too difficult to put one slice with another. That was okay though, we had our help. Maria, Our house worker would make him breakfast, lunch and we would call him over for dinner. My grandpa rarely said a word so we never knew what was going through his head. 

Luckily, through all of this... Rusty, my grandpa's dog, his only joy never leaves his side. 

A Great companion.

Enough for now :) Next post will carry on from here.

Enjoy x