This is your place to vent, breathe, swap Depends horror stories, and laugh. Yep, I said it: laugh. Stick around and see if the best medicine for dealing with dementia has been stuck inside of you this whole time.
Mom & Me
This is my mom. Look at her in that amazing getup. This was taken, of course, decades before dementia moved in, shoved me aside, and became an unwanted sibling at supper. I started One Brave Cowgirl with the wild notion that maybe there were other people out there who wanted a new way to cope with taking care of a loved one with dementia. And because I’ve tried everything else (including addiction and depression).
