I would like to take this opportunity to tell you a little about my brother.
His name is Charles Stanley, but he far prefers being called "Chuckie-Boy". He was born in 1963, the first child of our parents' second marriage.
It wasn't until he was about 9 months old that he was diagnosed with Down Syndrome. Our parents were advised at that time to place him in an institution and "forget he existed." They were informed that he would not likely live past the age of two, and he would definately be gone by the age of twelve.
Our Mom wrapped up her tiny infant son, vowing to care for him for however much time he had left, for God had chosen her to receive this tiniest of angels.
Well, to put it mildly, they were wrong. My brother is currently 45 years old. He is in good physical health and loving life. I have noticed some slight subtle changes in his behavour, and have discussed them with his physician.
After our Mom died in 1999, Dad cared for Chuckie until he could no longer do so. The decision was made to place him in a group home. I was not happy about this decision, I must agree, but looking at him now and seeing how happy he is there, I know now that it was the best decision for him. He has been trained and employed at a local shop, and loves his "job."
Our father was diagnosed with Alzheimer's in June of 2000 and recently passed-away in February of 2008. Our Mom also died in May of 1999 from Alzheimer's. Chuckie's doctor is aware of the strong history of this disease in our family, and we are watching him closely for signs and symptoms.
I obtained guardianship over Chuckie about 5 years ago. I love my brother with all my heart. I want him happy and protected. I think our parents would agree.