"In The Arms of The Angels"
Our Journey Through The Darkness of Dementia
by Janet Lewis Anderson
No. 1 on McNally Robinson's Best Seller List for Paperback Non-fiction September 2010!
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About This Book
Janet Lewis Anderson, a native Winnipegger, grew up in a small, but loving family. Parents, Janette and John Lewis doted on their only child and so when it came time for them to leave this world, it was especially hard on Janet. As a way to deal with the stress of care-giving, especially for her Mother who was dying from Alzheimer’s disease, as well as the grief of saying goodbye to a parent, she began expressing her emotions via her keyboard.
“In The Arms of The Angels” is a true Mother / Daughter love story and tribute to her late Mother. It basically chronicles the journey they travelled as they struggled with her Mother’s dementia and the effect of this disease on their lives. Although the book primarily addresses the hardships and emotional turmoil of dealing with Alzheimer’s disease, it is also about grief, losing a loved one and finding the strength to carry on.
As the book came to life, an immense feeling of love and warmth has filled Janet’s heart. She is positive that her Mother’s spirit is present with her on this new journey. Now good tears and good emotions rush through her instead of emotions filled with grief and emptiness. She continues to have many Ah ha moments; moments of insight and revelation; moments of healing and gratitude. It’s is Janet’s sincere wish that her story will resonate and touch the hearts of her readers and that her book will be a source of compassion and inspiration for others who are travelling this difficult road.
Here is a short passage from her book – Chapter 15 “The Hospital”:
“As Shelagh dozed on her little cot, I lay next to my mother on my makeshift bed, our hands lightly touching each other. As we lay there together, I remember gazing up into the corner of the room and feeling such peace and calm. It felt like God’s Angels and His Divine presence surrounded us. The room was filled with love and peace. It felt like we were “home”. There was no other place in the world that I would rather have been, and despite it being the last few hours of my Mother’s life, I had the sensation that she was already whole again. I treasured every breath and moment with her. Nothing else mattered. We were together. I was touching more than her hand - I was touching her soul and all was well. I could have stayed like that forever. I just wanted to be with my Mommy.”
“In The Arms of The Angels” is a true Mother / Daughter love story and tribute to her late Mother. It basically chronicles the journey they travelled as they struggled with her Mother’s dementia and the effect of this disease on their lives. Although the book primarily addresses the hardships and emotional turmoil of dealing with Alzheimer’s disease, it is also about grief, losing a loved one and finding the strength to carry on.
As the book came to life, an immense feeling of love and warmth has filled Janet’s heart. She is positive that her Mother’s spirit is present with her on this new journey. Now good tears and good emotions rush through her instead of emotions filled with grief and emptiness. She continues to have many Ah ha moments; moments of insight and revelation; moments of healing and gratitude. It’s is Janet’s sincere wish that her story will resonate and touch the hearts of her readers and that her book will be a source of compassion and inspiration for others who are travelling this difficult road.
Here is a short passage from her book – Chapter 15 “The Hospital”:
“As Shelagh dozed on her little cot, I lay next to my mother on my makeshift bed, our hands lightly touching each other. As we lay there together, I remember gazing up into the corner of the room and feeling such peace and calm. It felt like God’s Angels and His Divine presence surrounded us. The room was filled with love and peace. It felt like we were “home”. There was no other place in the world that I would rather have been, and despite it being the last few hours of my Mother’s life, I had the sensation that she was already whole again. I treasured every breath and moment with her. Nothing else mattered. We were together. I was touching more than her hand - I was touching her soul and all was well. I could have stayed like that forever. I just wanted to be with my Mommy.”