My husband began a very long journey with his mental and overall health. The anger issues were the first to emerge with throwing things and raising his voice. I had to call the police with one incident. Unfortunately, my husband was a retired State Constable. The officer interviewed my husband first. Then he came to me and said, " your husband wants you out of the house, why don't you do it."
Then came the catheters, the infections, the struggle with eating, all the basic ADLS of a life. Finally, we were given the definition of FTD or frontal temporal dementia. He slowly left this life on earth as I medicated him with morphine via Hospice. I kept him at home and held his head as I cried, soaking his face with tears. He took his last three breaths and was gone.