I got an email from a friend who wanted to know why my blog had turned so depressing. First, it just happens to be my life right now. And if that happens to be depressing, that’s part of life. And this part of life just happens to be dementia.
The dictionary defines dementia –noun - severe impairment or loss of intellectual capacity and personality integration, due to the loss of or damage to neurons in the brain.
And right now that’s what is running my life, and taking over my every minute. I’m sorry if you find that depressing. The changes in my friend are not her fault. She can’t help it. And no, I don’t have to put up with it. She isn’t my family, but for years she has been more like family to me than most of my family is. So I’m doing my best to take care of her.
And when the time comes that I can’t take care of her, we have made arrangements for then. Until then, I will do my best.
No, I am not alone in this, John has been doing as much “care giving” as I have been, and he’s had some rough times too. Yesterday he stopped by to check on her on his way home from work. And as soon as he was finished dinner, he was out to door to go help his Dad. That’s my John, and that’s why I love him… well one of the many reasons!
And to my friends who have been so supportive and understanding through all of this, there just aren’t enough thanks. Thanks for listening to me, thanks for calling me, thanks for the hugs, real and cyber.