Hello! New here and to caregiving and after reading some of your stories I guess I shouldn't complain that much. It does help to know you're not the only one going through this. I admire and feel for so many of you after reading your stories as we've only been doing it for full time for four months now and I'm already going crazy. My father in law is 89 years old. He had been living on his own since his wife passed away almost 15 years ago. A very independent D-day survivor and snow bird (Wisconsin/Florida) for many years. Lately my husband (a dialysis patient) and I would go to his house to cook meals for him and check on him at least once a week but about eight months ago he had some small strokes and the Doctors said he couldn't live by himself any more. He was already falling and forgetting to take his medicines before the strokes but now has short time memory and progressive dementia. My husband and I lived in a small one bedroom apartment and Dad's trailer house wasn't big enough so to be able to take care of him we all had to move to a bigger house.My husband's son had just moved to Florida recently so he also moved with us to help take care of grampa. My husband spends most of his dialysis off days on a wheelchair so having his son here with us is a great help, although he's young, working, and now going back to college so he's not here that much. My father in law has always been wonderful to us and taking care of him now that he needs us is the least we can do for him so I try to be extra patient and caring but some days we feel we're going to lose our minds with his. He knows who we are and when we remind him what's been going on for the past months he seems to understand and appreciates us but keeps forgetting he can't live by himself any more and asks to go back home almost every day. The other day we were most of the day out with him... and when we got home he though we were visiting and leaving. He had forgotten we've been living together. He forgets and refuses to use his walker a lot. Right now we're lucky last time he felt was father's day. My husband has dialysis three times a week so right now I'm the main caregiver. He can still dress and wash himself but I fix his meals, give him his medicines, keep him company and safe, while my husband takes care of his bills and important financial matters. Some days it's not bad at all... he's normally always making jokes and in a good mood but other days his mind is so bad he drives us crazy. His VA nurse is coming tomorrow to suggest what to do about him sneaking out of the house to catch a ride with someone to the airport. He had told us he did this once and we thought he was making it up but the other morning he scared us when we couldn't find him and realized he had gone for a "walk" by himself. Thank God my husband's son was here and found him five houses down.. but a worker on the street told me he was asking for a ride. Last night we took him out for dinner and he yelled at the waitress. He orders and forgets what he ordered. He already lost his credit card once. Right now he's asking my husband who just got home from dialysis to take him to the bank... that he needs money to buy an airplane ticket to go back home. My poor husband has to repeat the same long story of why he can't go back home by himself over and over almost every day. I love hearing his war stories, how he met his wife, and talking to him but some days I'm tired and it's hard to sit and hear the same stories again and again. I miss being able to go out with my husband... just the two of us. I love our new big house but sometimes I wish we were still back in our little apartment by ourselves. Again, we're so grateful to Dad and we love him so much... but my health is not that great either and somedays I can't imagine living like this for years without going insane or losing what little health we have left ourselves. Oh, and especially when I know this is just the beginning and things will probably get worst. God help us all!