Lewy lou-ie

I can do nothing to make Burt know who I am. I feel like I should be able to force the issue somehow.

It is heedless and needless to allow his who-are-you’s to distress me. It’s the disease.

Our weekly outings are very exhausting. In the evening, when we get home, he has to ask me who I am. Which wife? is not a trivial question.

So much for “he will always know who you are.” We spouses of Lewy Body p.w.d.s are led to believe that we will always be recognized. Perhaps if it weren’t for Capgras….

So that too is exhausting. I am giving myself a 🌷⚘️🌿☘️🌷⚘️🌹🌷🌷🌹🌿🌹🌹⚘️🌹🌿

I am still grateful that our early to bed project continues to thrive.

Strength to deal with this disease lies in keeping a positive outlook.