@RosyPickle
Yes there are what’s known at the 7 stages
www.alzinfo.org/understand-alzheimers/clinical-stages-of-alzheimers/
Depending on the type of Alzheimer’s or Dementia this can be somewhat varied, in rates of decline or periods of different stages. Some people can have a very slow decline and yet a rapid stage 7 which is end stage. Others can have a fairly rapid decline but a very long stage 7.
My own MIL was stage 6 when we took on her care. She had been a very steady stage 5 for a long time prior to that. I also don’t think she was officially diagnosed until stage 3, and this happens to many.
I feared a very long stage 7 for my MIL, but quiet luckily it wasn’t in the end.
It’s very difficult to say that a particular stage is the right time to consider palliative care. The best way to explain this, is early on in caring for MIL, and still finding my feet with it all MIL got a nasty UTI. Common to people with dementia/Alzheimer’s as they forget to drink, or as in my MIL’s case didn’t want to to drink much. MIL suddenly had a decline in her cognition, became more aggressive and agitated than usual obviously because she was clearly in pain or uncomfortable yet could not explain or communicate what was wrong. The doctor treated her with antibiotics and she recovered well, became calmer and more settled again. A different patient may be treated in the same way, and whilst they may recover from the infection the cognitive decline often remains. The point being that you don’t know if this will happen or not.
We would have some days or weeks where MIL would seem to have declined, and you start to wonder if the illness has progressed again. Then as if by magic she would have a few good weeks, and you’d feel awful for wondering or thinking that they were nearing the end. It’s torturous, you never really know what to expect, you can think many things only to be seemingly proved wrong. It’s no wonder than many families struggle when nearing the end, because the fact is is that they’ve thought they were nearing the end before, only for that not to be the case.
This is true even in my own case, as MIL had lost her swallow and was refusing food and drink. All I could do was sponge her lips, and even as I sat by her bedside doing this very thing, knowing it was an end of life thing to be doing (I had done it with my own nan following a stroke) I did still wonder if MIL might turn a corner and somehow get better. Ridiculous as that is to admit, because I’m sure that to anybody else the end looks so very obvious, but when you’ve lived with dementia or Alzheimer’s close up you soon learn not to assume anything, because you just never know.