Welcome to The Jesson Press. When I was a kid, my father ran a printing business called The Jesson Press, so I’ve co-opted the name of the family biz.

This blog is about becoming and being a full-time caregiver to my mom, who has been diagnosed with mild dementia. She has short-term memory loss and mild cognitive dysfunction. Mild—but enough that she can no longer live alone and care for herself. That’s where I come in.

In this blog, I hope to help others in my situation, or those who might end up in this situation, to deal with becoming a caregiver to someone who has dementia. Why? Because when I became Mom’s caregiver, it was like jumping into the deep end of a pool with a 20 pound weight strapped to my back. I had to learn, and learn quickly, about not just the ins and outs of Mom’s diagnosis, but medication management, Medicare, Medicare supplements, powers of attorney, guardianship, elder law, and much more.

But as the sub-title to this blog says, it is also about occasional assorted nonsense. Anyone who knows me knows I have something to say about just about everything. (And that’s also why some people find me tiresome!) I like a good debate—some might say argument—But I find myself lately intellectually stifled. Part and parcel with caring for Mom. Make no mistake, I am right where I need and want to be with Mom. But I also have a need for intellectual stimulation and hope by posting occasional assorted nonsense, I’ll get that.

So come along with Mom and me on our journey. I’ll try to bring knowledge, humor, nonsense, and above all, compassion to the challenging world of caring for an elder with dementia.

7 comments on “Home

  1. That is challenging but can be a beautiful and educational journey as well. The brain is fascinating. Hugs to you. Sue

  2. What a beautiful story of your struggle with your mother’s health with such positive attitude. Wishing you all the best and remember that, ‘God gives us only that many struggles as he thinks we can handle.’ So trust you’ve immense strength. God bless.

  3. I learned that humour is an effective key to unlocking lost bits of memory and/or changing than agitated mood. I always tried to start each visit with laughter. Many early stories are still retrievable. Ask and you may be pleasantly surprised at the new childhood stories that come to light. I kept a journal and wrote on Dad’s calendar of visits, past and future as a reminder to him that yes, visits did take place. You may enjoy rereading this journal in the future and maybe surprised at how much you, yourself forget! Hugs

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