Made by a family who needed it.

I'm Linda. I'm a physician, and I'm also the one caring for my mother, who has Alzheimer's.

I came home one afternoon to find her furious, pointing at the aide who'd just helped her shower. "She put ice in my bath!" It wasn't ice. It was the ordinary cold of a shower — water on one part of you while the rest of you shivers — and to her it felt like something being done to her.

That's the part nobody tells you about bathing someone with dementia. The fight doesn't start in the shower. It starts an hour before, because she can feel what's coming even when she can't follow what you're asking her to do, or tell you what's wrong. So it comes out as refusing, as pulling away, as anger. You coax, you lose your patience, she loses her dignity, and you both dread the next one before this one is over.

So we built something. A soft fleece cape that goes over her shoulders, with warm water fed in at the top so it runs down under the fleece the whole time. Nothing to take off. Nothing goes cold. She calls it her shower blanket. I call it CozySoak.

When the shower stopped being something to fear, the fight before it stopped too. The whole arc of bath day got better — not just the ten minutes under the water, but the hour of dread before it and the hour of recovering after. That's the whole product.

We patented it, and I still make every one to order. If it makes one bath day easier in your house, I'd like to hear about it.