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You can now follow this link and go directly to my authors page to purchase my book, A Slow Slide Into Nothing in paper back and e-book.
I am very excited to finally realize my dream; I have finished my first book. Written in the beginning, as a series of essays, that allowed my emotions to escape from the confines of my stressed, weary mind and fall across a page in written word. These words eventually transformed into a memoir about the journey my mother and I were on as she slid into the depths of dementia.
I am PROUD to announce my book A Slow Slide Into Nothing is available for pre-order as an e-book on Amazon.com. The actual delivery date will take place on November 8, 2014. Just log onto Amazon and either type in my name or the title of the book. A soft cover traditional book will also be available beginning on November 8.
I truly hope you will take the time to read my book and when you are finished, post a review.
I am asking one more favor; please forward this email to all your friends. My hope is this; my book will make its way into the hands of others who find themselves on their own journey as a caregiver to a loved one with dementia.
Dementia touches so many families. Whether the diagnosis is Alzheimer’s, Lewy Body or one of the many varied names dementia goes by, it still affects the same. Memories are lost, loved ones grieve and struggle to face this new reality. My siblings and I were no exception.
Still, out of a family of seven children my mother began calling me for help. I thought my very capable mother was suffering from depression over the loss of my father a few short years before. But, the reality of my mother’s condition and consequently my efforts to help her led to years of sadness, family turmoil, laughter and a relationship that took me by surprise. My book begins with my mother’s life story as a member of the greatest generation and expands to include her last years. It is her story and our story as my mother began and ended her Slow Slide into Nothing.
It is laundry day. A chore I tackle in my household about once a week. Usually, by Thursday, I am in need of clean clothing. Besides, I hate going into the weekend with nothing to wear.
As I walked into my laundry room, a space in the basement converted for this purpose. I found the clothing I had hung to dry just a few short days ago. I looked at the garments hanging there and chuckled. Today I am in a lightweight sweater and jeans as I sit outside writing this essay. Apparently, less than a week before I was still in full summer mode. Here were my bathing suits and cover-ups, my sleeveless tops, my short skirts. And, I distinctly remember being too warm wearing these items. I wondered, why is it, at least here in the northeast that summer so quickly jumps to fall? This year, as many in the past, one day it was eighty something degrees, the next the temperature struggled to get out of the sixties. Our nights have quickly grown cold. In fact, frost watches are up for the northern part of my county. What is up with that?
I find the problem with such a dramatic change in temperature is that my closets, drawers and shoe bins are now cluttered with too many items. I’m afraid to put the summer weather gear away, in case it should warm up again. Still, when it is only forty-eight as I get dressed in the morning, I am hard pressed to put on shorts and a pair of sandals. Consequently, I try to squeeze two seasons of clothing into my storage areas.
It seems to me that summer should slowly fade out. So that by the time you realize it is fall you have gradually become accustomed to cooler temperatures. This would give me time to sort through my fall clothing, deciding what to save or give away. I could nicely store my summer wear, knowing I would not need to drag it out again until late spring. Clutter would not be the name of the game, spilling out overstuffed drawers, struggling to find an empty hanger in a closet that has no more space. I realize these are all very trivial problems. However, still thoughts that crossed my mind today as I sit here in the sun, suddenly feeling too warm for the outfit I have on.