Thist...can I ever relate to parts of your story/plight. My Daddy, as you know, had a dementia and I stayed with him at night, would get up the next morning, drive 60 miles one way to work, work all day, drive the 60 miles back, then chase him all over the house all night, walk the floors with him, take him to the bathroom, clean him, wipe him, etc..etc..etc...I've changed sheets a kazillion times in the middle of the night because he wet the bed or something similar. I did this for about 2 or 3 months. It wore me to a frazzle. I fell asleep at work, etc. Mother was diagnosed with breast cancer at the same time, and then Daddy with prostrate cancer. It just all came at us. I wanted to check out, let me tell ya. BUT...I did learn this much. Going along with whatever they say seems to somehow endear you to a AZ patient. They THEN begin taking your little tips for things like, "gee Daddy, it sure would be a shame to mess up that pretty shirt you have on, why don't we put this bib over it?" Some things like that. I feel for you, but you have to get relief! You have to! Mine came in the form of sisters. Bless their hearts. We all did what we could. Know I'm thinking of ya...if you ever need to email me privately, I'm here for ya!

JJ