Introduction

Well, I guess I should introduce myself.  I am a twenty-nine year old mother of two little boys who is going through a divorce and currently living with my eighy-six year old grandmother.  My husband was abusive, so six years and two kids later,  I decided it was time to get out.  So, I packed mine and my children's things and took off for "home."  I moved in with my grandmother.  She was living alone and dealing with having alzheimer's.  She, along with every other woman in my family, is very strong and has always been a pillar for me in times of need.  You can imagine my shock when I moved in with her and discovered the woman I once knew was no longer around.  It's not like I never talked to my grandma and didn't realize she had alzheimer's...we talked almost everyday at least on the phone.  Sometimes we would talk numerous times a day in short intervals, I do have two boys both under the age of three at the time.  I talked to her as much as I could but for sure saw her once a week.  I had heard reports from the doctor that she was in the beginning stages of alzheimer's, but I had no idea how bad it was until I moved in.  No one did. 

Now I am faced with dealing with the emotional recovery of being in an abusive marriage while being the best mom I can be of my now three and one year old boys...and being the caregiver of my grandmother.  I am going to take you on my journey, if you wish to join me, of trying my best to give this wonderful woman the dignity and respect she deserves while being completely in charge of everything she does.  This includes going to bed at night with the television tuned into her favorite morning news channel so she doesn't have to search through all the channels, to getting the coffee pot completely ready for her to wake up and turn it on so she can still "make her own coffee." 

 Don't get me wrong, I love this woman and have more respect for her than anyone else in the world, but sometimes she drives me crazy. 

This is my journey...