Hell No I Don't Remember. I Have Alzheimer's!

I'm not sure why, but I continue to be amazed at the way God works! Over the past decade, four women from very different lifestyles who knew each other from childhood began having to deal with the devastating results of the same horrendous disease - dementia/Alzheimer's. Each one traversing the lonely path that comes with caring for parents with this disease and learning lessons the hard way! While we haven't reached the end of our journeys yet, God placed upon our heart a yearning to share our stories. At the beginning of 2020 (a devastating year within itself), we joined hearts and began writing a non-fiction narrative of the lessons we've learned and the stories that need telling. Don't be alarmed at the title, "Hell No I Don't Remember. I Have Alzheimer's!" These words were a direct quote from one of our mothers who was riddled with this disease when asked if she remembered. We felt the expression adequately showed the frustration, alarm, humor, and better yet, truth of what this disease is all about. This collection of wise and foolish choices is not just any book about this dreaded disease. In fact, "Hell No I Don't Remember. I Have Alzheimer's" is an expose of the "to do's," "not to do's," and wisdom gleaned from both. Our hearts go out to you who are walking this same path. We wanted to give you a shoulder to cry on and a helping hand in knowing how to keep from making the same mistakes we did. We are currently looking for a literary agent or publisher who might be interested in taking on "Hell No I Don't Remember. I Have Alzheimers!" If you know of someone who might be interested, send them our way or message us so we can reach out to them. Here is a tiny excerpt from its pages for you to catch a glimpse of our journey: She peered out the windows in her den and saw that it was still pitch dark outside. She wasn't sure what woke her, but so much had happened over the years, it didn't matter. She was up for good now. She plopped herself on the couch, contemplating what to do and then wondered why she was up so late at night. Had she slept at all? Thoughts kept rummaging through her mind, but she couldn't capture one to think on. As she sat there, she looked around the room and remembered when she bought the Ethan Allen furniture that had adorned her home for over 40 years. Her mind went back to Bub, grinning from ear to ear as he tapped his knuckle on the wood and remarked about the quality of the furniture. She ran her hands over the smooth cushion and thought about having it refinished after Bub died. Suddenly, her heart jumped in her throat as she thought about the remaining days of 1973. Why? Why did he have to die so young? Flashbacks of her husband of 30 years came to the forefront as she watched him slump to the ground. I don't want to think about that right now. She jumped up and put the tea kettle on the stove for tea. If she was going to be up, she might as well have some tea. She shuffled back to the bedroom, and as she walked through the door, she forgot why she was there. Why did I come in here? Look for our blog posts on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/hellnoidonotremember/?modal=admin_todo_tour and check out www.writerswhocare.com for more information. In the meantime, don't despair. God is still on the throne!

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