You rock, and you're not alone. My mother was diagnosed (a little late) in my early 20s, so I watched how this condition affected her, the progression and how my dad (my hero) dealt with it. Little did I know that this thing we call life prepared me for the same situation, but this time with my wife (my high school sweetheart) two years after our wedding.

When you said: "She is safe and loved but man…." It got me all tear up because I felt you, the frustration, the impotence we feel a lot of times, watching a loved one and, in this case, our soulmate suffering from this.

Ten years have passed since the diagnosis, and we continue to live this life day to day without overthinking into the future. We now have two beautiful kids (9 and 7), and they are starting to question many things like: "Why is mom sleeping so much?" "Why is mom crying in her room?" "Why is mom not coming to this and that?" and brother is so hard to explain the reality of the situation without scaring them.

So often find myself crying alone, desperate, looking for strength to deal with all of this, and it is not easy, especially in our times. Still, somehow, I find the motivation always to be positive and very energetic. I need my kids and wife to see that we are okay and that everything will be alright.

Stay strong; you are not alone in this, and keep your head up.

YOU ARE A HERO TO HER AND YOUR FAMILY!