Hope
I have been told that Alzheimer’s patients often become the polar opposite of who they once were, when the disease really takes hold. I had hoped this would not be the case with Randy. That hope was in vain. I never expected he could be capable of such rage. Such hatred, even for fleeting moments. Doubted he would ever become physically violent. I had so much hope. We have experienced a very volatile couple of weeks. Fits, yelling, pouting and yes, escape! Threats and physical aggressiveness. We were seemingly stuck in a daily cycle of calm, agitation and then pure rage, resulting in departure. Genuine fear for our safety and his. He is suffering, in a daily repetition of emotion and confusion. The meds aren’t working and his Doctor isn’t listening….ignoring the urgency of our situation. Hope seems lost. He became so out of control that I was forced to take measures I had dreaded. He fled once more, rambling and out of his mind, walking in and out of traffic. His safety w