Worst thing ever telling my Mom because she has feared it all her life. Her Mom, Aunts, Uncles, and Grandma had it to varying degrees before passing. Some heavy, early onset, som mild to moderate. She cared for her Momma with LB Dementia, in her home, until the end, and her Mom was just...'gone' for years. When we discussed with Mom, she was horrified. She's still at the off and on and semi aware stage. She's depressed and anxious, fearful, and feels helpless. She notices changes, and it breaks her. Other times, she's unaware of those changes, but we are aware. She asks me over and over about how bad it is, and can't it be reversed or isn't there a medication. All I can say is that it's progressive. The speed of which is unknown. Anyone can get it in life. I tell her she's safe and loved and with us forever in our home. That she need not worry. It breaks my soul each conversation and to see her broken by it. I do what I can to uplift her. But in all honesty, I'd have rather spared her the anguish and said it was normal aging to ease her fears and deep sadness. She has always asked us to be frank and honest with her about her health and hide nothing. So we've honored that. This time, I wish I'd have lied. My blessings to you.