Right now I’m reading yet another book from the library about dementia. By now, I’ve at least glanced at each book in their collection, and read a number of them from cover to cover with care and interest. What’s different for me about this one is that it’s targeted to caregivers. So far I’ve been avoiding these books, fussing that they ignore the unique experience and needs of those of us living with the brain assault directly. Instead, they can get caught up in the details of coping with all the problems the affected person brings along to the family members caring for them.
Until this book came along, it’s been easy to whine a variation of, “I know that most caregivers have thankless jobs and need all the support they can find, but….” or, crankier, “Hey, I’m the one with the incurable, fatal disease here, how come I have to search so hard for a little support?”
