Approaching year fifteen now as my husband’s full time caregiver. I don’t think about our old life much any longer. I just get through each day with no real expectations except to get through. I vaguely recall our old life now and my former brilliant and compassionate husband. I have learned to go from despair to anger and even rage at this predicament. Now I can truly say I have adapted and accept whatever the disease throws our way. I can even laugh at some of the absurdity this strange set of circumstances present. It’s the only way to survive a seemingly life sentence.