tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489173439865061632.post4694496038379613869..comments2024-03-21T07:04:24.033-04:00Comments on THE CAREGIVERS' LIVING ROOM A Blog by Donna Thomson: Natural Caring: A New Way to Think About What We Do Best EverydayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11368028391616959419noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489173439865061632.post-87859785658792535712019-04-23T06:14:03.095-04:002019-04-23T06:14:03.095-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09150197820142331386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1489173439865061632.post-78633677373205105232019-04-18T22:30:41.602-04:002019-04-18T22:30:41.602-04:00I would be ungrateful if I decided not to share ou...I would be ungrateful if I decided not to share our success experience with ZOMO, I was a born caregiver, so it’s hard for me to look at my own needs as separate from my Dad’s needs. Most patients just need someone to hug them and tell them that they are not worthless, the treatment I tried not only worked but I believe cured him. <br /><br />He was diagnosed in 2011. I took Dad to the GP after noticing that he had become increasingly forgetful and vague. The clear sign that something was wrong came when he drove his car to the local shops (a five minute drive), bought his shopping, then walked back home, forgetting the car was parked outside the shop. The next day he rang me to say the car had been stolen. He had no recollection of leaving it behind. After a week he began to repeat himself and ask the same questions. He would struggle to remember conversations that had only occurred five minutes earlier.<br /><br />His situation was very complicated. I understand how one feel as a daughter and once caregiver, memory loss is so much more complicated. Many have been conditioned to think that traditional medicine has not found a cure for a disease. ZOMO have challenged this train of my thought. When he was ill, it was a tragedy, I endured, I was broken, I knew hardship, I was lost. But here I stand and I can tell you unequivocally that my Dad is cured. It is those of us who have been broken that understand the meaning of memory loss. As I look at the past and start writing this, tears of joy overwhelm me. I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being redirected to something better. It was one of my most difficult jobs and one that I poured my heart and soul into daily. Taking into account how well my Dad progressed in that space of time and now. There is no more memory loss symptoms for more than 6months now. The thing is, I get peace of mind when Dad is well taken care of: when he’s happy, I’m happy. Right now, it’s all about him…I always enter into his world so we can manage life together. We wake up every morning with a smile and we look forward to what the new day will bring. Reach out to him at charantova@gmail.comAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10879554551703341807noreply@blogger.com