When my mother was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s Disease, she lived with my sister. I was only working part time for my husband’s business so I could fly out to spend time with her and give my sister a break. I would spend two to three weeks with her at a time. It wasn’t long before I realized my own health was suffering. My mother didn’t want to walk about like she used to and I was growing uncomfortable with my own physical inactivity.