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a poem about the ppl near a person with dementia

in 2012 my grandmother started showing symptom of what we now know a f.t.l. front temperalobe dementia. used to be called P.I.C.K.S desiease....

it's also know as the long good bye

my grandma fought from her first sypmton her to her diagnoses all the way till 2021

ftl is slow. it starts as small things. dizzy Ness that would case her to have to sit alone to keep the room from spinning. to needing a walker and progressed in the last couple of years first it was effecting mucle legs figures eventually speech and swallowing. in the last few year I heard her tell the family and her pt therapist. " why can't I just die." this is the day I had to stay strong, not cry in front of her. I had to be strong for her and my mom, who was already struggling . this is when I wrote this story...

my grandma lost the battle in 2021. she keep her right mind up till the last few weeks she knew the whole tome what was happing to her body and she know how hard it was on us...