Right now, my mother-in-law has moderate stage Alzheimer’s. She lives in a small home we own with her dog and cat. She was never the warm and fuzzy Grandma. She still talks about getting a car (not going to happen,) moving, (also not going to happen, as we had to “rescue her” from another state) and how she needs to call her sister (who is dead) to find her an apartment. Now, she writes notes and tapes them up around the house asking where her bank is, where her wallet is, or other assorted things she wants/thinks she needs: a leash for the CAT (despite the fact that she refuses to put the dog on a leash or clean up after her dog. Yes, I know, it’s the disease. But it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. I know it is time for something else, but my husband is in denial. He thinks we can just do everything, but we can’t. There is no one but us around as far as family. I know he thinks she should live with us, and I know that some of you will think that too, but I just can not do that. Not everyone is cut out to do that, and I know that I am not. And neither are my children.