My MIL was diagnosed when we'd just had our second child and I was 37
(and we'd been coping with signs of a problem going back two years
previous). She died of end stage AD when I was 43 (and by then mom of
three young kids). Hubbie was an only child, his father was long
deceased when she got AD, so we were it. No escape. No one to really
share the load with. In fact, many well meaning friends and relatives
added to it by insisting there was nothing wrong with her.

We were kinda...cough...busy...for several years. I think about it now,
and between kids, jobs, bills and my poor MIL, its a miracle we didn't
just fly into a million splinters.

Ham, meet sandwich.

Mary G.