I hate Alzheimer's

    I just got home from my parents' house.  I spent the last ten minutes trying to find my mom's dentures and her black shoes.  I found both shoes, but only the upper part of her dentures--tucked in her pillow.  Who knows where the lower part is..could be in one of her dresser drawers rolled up in a pair of socks or underwear.  I'll look again when I go over there tomorrow.
    My mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's this past July.  I wasn't surprised by the diagnosis,  because she displayed many symptoms of this horrible illness.  However, it still hurt when the neurologist confirmed my suspicions.  He prescribed medication for her, so she takes it everyday. I  wish there was a cure for Alzheimer's, because it is horrible to watch my mom's decline.
   I try to do as much as I can for them.  I cook all of their meals and freeze them in small containers.  I straighten up and clean the kitchen every time I go over there.  I also do laundry for them.  Luckily, my dad remembers to take everything out once it's done.  Sometimes I get very depressed after visiting with them.  You see my dad was diagnosed with Parkinson's in November, so he has trouble getting around.
   I think I need to hire someone to help them out at least 2-3 times a week. It's hard because my mom isn't speaking English like she used to..once in awhile she'll throw out a few English phrases.  It would be ideal to hire a Greek speaking person.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I can find someone like that.  Sometimes I feel like I'm going to burst.  I work full-time, so I'm having trouble keeping up with everything.  I go over there at least five days a week, so it's taking its toll on me.  I love my parents and would do anything for them.  I just need a little help.