During my first semester at Metropolitan State, my Uncle Al went missing, he simply vanished after a Bronco game. This was a major concern due to him having cerebral palsy which affected his legs and movement. Waiting for the police to call, while simultaneously …show more content…
At first it was rather simple, my brother or I, would meet him after work and escort him home on the light rail, and feed him dinner. As his symptoms worsened we moved him to a senior living facility where the family fed him breakfast and dinner, purchased his groceries, took him to doctors’ appointments, administered his medicines, and paid his rent. Each night we were his entertainment, and his wake-up call each morning. No one expected that the diagnosis of Dementia would lead to another step forward and after six months we moved him to a secure assisted living facility. Between his combative nature and the facility not taking proper care of him, it became imperative that we step in again, we began coming every day to be assured that he was receiving proper care and nutrition.
My Uncle quickly out grew the abilities of the assisted living center and we had to relocate him to a full time nursing home, where he is receiving excellent care. He can no longer feed himself, speak in coherent sentences, walk, or recognize me. As a family we visit my uncle multiple times a week, to give him love and attention. Although it can be painful at times, and he can be rude, it always brings joy to my heart to witness his initial excitement when my family and I walk in.
My uncle’s diagnosis made my exhausting undergraduate work even more tiring, but the knowledge that he knew he was loved and taken care always