My husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in 2003 and I managed his care for the last 10 years of his life. We battled the storm together and danced in the rain often. We went from managing at home for a few years, then assisted living for 18 months - 2 different homes, to nursing home - 5 years in the nursing home. Along the way, I found compassionate caregivers, but I was considered a militant wife because I was fine-tuned in his care and needs, knowing that I expected his care to be done in a timely manner and was disappointed. Too many patients and not enough staff was a very common statement! I was there 6 days a week from all of his time in the care of assisted living and nursing home. My daughter was there on the one day I wasn’t and if couldn’t be there, she would be. It was the best thing, I was his live partner and would not have it any other way, I was there for him! No regrets at all — I honored my wedding vows, in sickness and in health, til death do us part. He’s been gone for 12 years, but I still am surrounded by family and friends who are now having to navigate the tragic disease, and I am a helping friend who can step in and help them find the resources to get the care their loved ones need. I am thankful for my time with my husband and my doctors and caregivers will help me through at time .