My name is Christopher Nunez and my father, Jesus Nunez is suffering from Dementia/Alzheimer’s disease. My fathers prior medical history has progressed this much quicker then we expected. He is a type II diabetic, he has had two strokes, and most recently a triple heart bypass surgery. He has endured a whole lot in his lifetime and to see him losing a battle to a disease that cannot be beaten has hurt my heart and soul. I never really knew exactly what Alzheimer’s was and what it does to the person, until I saw first hand what it has done and what it will continue to do to my father. There’s good days and there’s bad days...and it seems like more and more bad day’s are becoming the norm. My father needs proper medical treatment so that he can get the help that he deserves and we cannot afford it. It breaks my heart to see what he is becoming because anybody that ever knew my father knows the man that he once was. I never saw him cry a day in his life and now he cries himself to sleep, lashing, and fighting what is only a reality to him. He is United States Marine Veteran who served his country in the War of Vietnam. He was an honorable Chicago Police Officer for thirty-four years. He never had a bad bone in his body. He was and is a good man. He provided for his family, he worked double shifts just to put food on the table, just to send all of his kids to private schools, all to give us a better life than he had growing up. Financial mistakes were made along the way and because of those mistakes it is hindering his medical care. Alzheimer’s disease costs Americans $277 billion a year. A nursing home in Chicago for Alzheimer’s care costs upwards of $96,000 a year. My father after his pension collects $5,065.88. Our house mortgage costs $2,200 a month. His pension will be garnished to pay for the nursing home and my mother and I will soon be homeless. We are ready to give up everything to get my father the proper medical care that he deserves and needs because he gave everything for his family. Living in the car is becoming a reality and that’s ok because he deserves to live the rest of his life as peaceful as possible. He never asked for help a single day in his life, he was the one that was always running too help. He needs help now more than ever and it breaks my heart to say that I cannot help him. I love you so much pop and I’m doing everything I can to get you help.