Diana, I am in the middle of this. My husband was diagnosed 10 years ago. He is a great artist and made a living as such, still, this means feast and famine. So a stacked portfolio is not in our possibilities of dealing with this financially. For 7 years I paid 600 to 700 a month in medicine. Medicine which we did not know if they would work. I tell myself that they did. Now I would love to have him in day care a few days a week. Cost at our hospital is 45.00 a day. I can’t afford that. I went back to work at 76 as an auditor in a clothing shop. It is part time, it is grocery money if I am careful. The finances are not the worst part. The daily routine of things disappearing , my 2400 hearing aids are gone for instance, the mail, my underwear, his medicine, everything is being held hostage until I find it. He was a mild mannered man but now he kicks the dogs. I am concerned when it could become my turn. This man is nothing like my husband, he is a stranger, after 40 years I live with a stranger, what is worse , he does too. He tells my son to get out of the house. He tells me to get out of his bed he is waiting for his wife. It never ends. Most of the day he walks within a few steps behind me. I lost him a thought at the time. I get angry, I get furious, and then when he looks at me and for a moment I know that he knows me and I melt and we hug and hug and I know that inside this brave soul is my best friend. I try and do this all with grace but I am not doing a good job of it. My mother always told me to just DO IT, some days I just CANT and I sit on the pitty pot and hate myself for it. Yes Churchill was right. This is hell and I we will make it but I would not wish this on my worst enemy if I had one.