My path to diagnosis was long and often isolating. At 47, I was diagnosed with mild cognitive impairment. At 52, I was told I had a neurodegenerative disease. At 54, I finally received the diagnosis of Lewy body dementia.
Along the way, I learned how easily a person can be reduced to symptoms, assumptions, or fear. I also learned the power of being truly seen, heard, and validated.
Today, I speak from lived experience to challenge stigma and shift the narrative about dementia. I advocate for language grounded in dignity, compassionate care, and the right of every person to keep living with purpose, connection, faith, identity, and hope.
I am not at the end of my story. I am living it—and helping others know they can live theirs, too.