It is certainly no joke living with a person who has dementia. It’s like living with a child you do not know what s/he will be up to next.
Last week, I met a professor who is an expert on this condition. He said we make it harder on ourselves because we keep trying to get them back to our world when what we should be doing is go into their world. If they sing, we sing; if they dance, we dance; if they do not want to eat, we do not eat, even though we are starving. Of course, this applies to reasonable matters dementia sufferers want to do. It’s not easy; in fact, it’s very, very difficult but I think this is better than the alternative. Is there anything in life worth doing without blood, sweat and tears?