A Letter from my husband's mom

I found this letter from my husband’s mom. She quit school in 8th grade to help on the farm and was always so embarrassed about her writing, so we don’t have much from her. This is what she wrote to her 4 kids, 60 years after meeting her husband. She was always so spunky and loved dad very much.

Our Dear Children,
You are such a wonderful part of our life.

I met your Dad in Jan. 1946. I worked at Kresses, a 5c and 10c store. Clodell, his sister, worked there also. She was expecting her husband, Leon, any time from over seas. When her mother, which I already knew came in with a good looking serviceman, I went over to tell Clodell she could have the rest of the day off. She then introduced me to her brother, Nelson.

All the girls thought he was so handsome. He came in to pick up his sister after work a lot. He would visit with me and try to get me to go on a date. I was dating another guy from highschool. One day Nelson came in, asking me out again. His buddy was getting married and he wanted someone to go with him to the wedding. I was unhappy with my boyfriend, so I said Sure. That was 58 years ago. [It is] now 60 [years on'] 3-20-2006

Written by Mary L. Dovel. Recorded here by her son David’s wife, Anne C. Dovel

Early Onset Alzheimer's - Caregiving Journal Entry #4- Keeping Notes

My husband was diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer’s during the year 2020.

Because of the timing, there were no support groups I could attend. The online groups were depressing to me. So, instead, I talked to people close to me, people that would let me tell them exactly how I was feeling, with no judgement.
Caregiving for anyone is a difficult road. I don’t think any of us who are full-time caregivers really desire to compete to see who has it worse. It’s just hard, no matter your situation.

The first year was a wash of emotions for me; all the emotions. I felt like I was constantly on edge and on the verge of breaking into tears. You could ask me what I was fixing for supper, and I might feel like crying. I’ve never been that way. My family used to joke and call me ‘the rock,’ because I didn’t cry much.

One of the strangest parts of that first year of full-time caregiving, was feeling like maybe I was the one with the memory problems. Now, that may sound really odd, but I was thinking for both of us, providing an income, trying to figure out what I had to do financially to prepare for the possibility of paying for a care home or a home health person in my home. I wasn’t sleeping well, I wasn’t exercising or eating well, and there were days, when I would ask myself if it was all just me? I even thought through it one day. Maybe I’m the one with Alzheimer’s, but if it was me, wouldn’t my best friend tell me? But, what if she has and I don’t remember or didn’t believe her.

And, I was told that that might happen, by someone who had already walked this path with her husband. She told me to start keeping a written list of changes that I noticed in my husband; different behaviors, habits, and things he said.

Keeping a list on my computer, in a private notebook, helped me months after I had started keeping it. As a sole caregiver for someone with early onset Alzheimer’s, the days and weeks can blur together. It helped me to see that I needed to ask for help; that I wasn’t doing as well as I thought I was, mentally and physically. It also made it more obvious that the changes in my husband were real.

Even now, I can look back at my notes from two years ago and see not only the progression timeline in his disease, but my own health as well.

If you are a caregiver for someone with a progressive disease, keep a daily journal and make sure you have someone to talk to.
I’m still in the middle of this journey, as I write. But, I hope this helps you in some way, if you or someone you know, is going through this.

Anne