I'm here due to a long and complicated story, let me apologize in advance, I'm not sure I'm in the correct forum for this post but I needed to vent and I had to start somewhere. If I'm in the wrong place please let me know.
This portion of my life started approximately 22 years ago when my father was diagnosed with PDD, Parkinson's Disease Dementia. At that time it was simply described as Lewy Body Dementia. He had coped with Parkinson's Disease for several years prior to that. The course of his disease progressed fairly slowly for a couple of years until he required surgery for a colostomy. He came out of surgery crying, seeing and talking to many of his deceased realatives, and extremely confused. Things only went downhill from there until his merciful death in March 2003.
Although we missed my father terribly, life moved along pretty well until the late 2000's when my mother began to exhibit more and more memory and cognitive issues. We sought treatment from several different providers until finally in 2011 she was diagnosed with DLB, or dementia with Lewy bodies. This diagnosis was devastating for the entire family but we adapted and moved forward. Within a year, she was exhibiting parkinsonian symptoms and was unable to live alone, even with a great deal of assistance. So she sold her house and split her time between my brother's home and mine. She was never happy again because she "didn't have a home". Still things moved along at a somewhat manageable pace until February 2015 when she fell and broke her hip. This required surgery to repair and when she came out of surgery she made my father look like a lamb to her lion. She had to be moved to a SNF because she was well beyond the level of care we were able to provide at home. The hallucinations, paranoia, anorexia, defiance, etc... made her absolutely miserable for the remainder of the following year. Her suffering was finally ended in March 2016.
This brings us current. I had been noticing increasing deficits in my memory and cognition for about 2 years but was laying it at the feet of the tremendous amount of stress I had been under for several years and chronic insomnia RLS and OSA. I expected things to improve after my mother's passing and things got back to somewhat normal. Instead I continued to notice an increase in the deficits so I went to my PCP for reassurance. After going through my history and an exam, he referred me to a neurologist. The neurologist did his exam, administered a mini mental and referred me for neuropsychological testing. I saw the psychologist for the first visit last week. After an hour interview he said he had a strong suspicion that I was in the very early stages of DLB but we couldn't know until we completed the extensive battery of tests and received the results. He also said there was still a high probability that the cause was stress, grief, and some depression. He says to try not to stress to much over it until we can hopefully get some answers. Sure! I'll get right on that!
Well, that's were I'm at. Extremely frustrated, feeling as though this monster is going to chase me the rest of my life. And if I do have it I know only too well how the monster wants to end the game. As bad as I dread this for me, I just can't stand the thoughts of my family going through this again. They just don't deserve that fate! No one does! All I can do now is wait and pray.
Again, sorry for the length and thanks for listening.