Essay On A Little Old Lady

Once upon a time there lived a little old lady and her husband. The little old lady loved to tend to her garden of beautiful red roses in the neatly kept yard of the little white house on the water, where she and her husband lived. And on the water where the little white house stood, was a small wooden dock with a tiny red sailboat anchored to it. The two were living happily ever after in their little white house. The little old lady got up every morning to the “cock-a-doodle-doo” of the rooster from the large red barn up the river and tended to her garden of roses, until one morning when she took a terrible fall down the red brick stairs that lead to the garden. The husband of the little old lady said, “You need to go see a doctor.” But the little old lady insisted that she was fine. After that, weeks had gone by and the two had forgotten about the fall the little old lady took down the stairs; until one day the little old lady started showing signs of brain trauma. She would leave the stove on, walk out of the room and forget that she had left it on. She would forget to tend to her

A voice that sounded much like the nurse they had seen at the doctor’s office said, “I am sorry sir but after extensive testing we were able to conclude that your wife does indeed have Alzheimer’s, we believe the best way for her to get treatment is if you check her into a nur-“ The husband of the little old lady cut her off, “No, no that’s fine. She will stay with me in our home where she is comfortable.” After he finished he hung up the phone and slammed it down on the table and started to sob. His wife of forty years was going to die from a terrible disease. He thought to himself, “Maybe I could have prevented this if I had made her go to the doctor after the fall.” He wondered if she would have even gotten this disease if it hadn’t been for him not trying harder to get her to the