Cyclin’

Anyone concerned over Burt’s immortal soul should take heart. This morning, he was thanking god. Repeatedly. Mostly for me; I qvell. He was fast asleep before 6 last night and up about 5 this morning. We had an excellent time as he “discovered” we were married. “You’re so nice to me.” He ate well, too.Continue reading “Cyclin’”

One big thing

It’s a small thing that’s true, but just a few weeks ago, it was an all-consuming (pun intended) huge thing. The food fight at the Beck house has subsided. That my friends is one BIG thing. It’s not just that Burt’s asking for food, but he eats avocado and yogurt. Yogurt! I even gave himContinue reading “One big thing”

Getting out together

I hate to admit it. When apparently healthy couples of a certain age stroll by hand in hand, I am envious.  The recent outings facilitated by our new weekend aide take some of the sting of my jealousy away. I can get out with my guy. That’s a nice feeling. We both enjoy being out,Continue reading “Getting out together”

There’s a lot to be said

From pretty much day one of Burt’s symptoms, I looked to getting help. Initially, it was because I needed my time. I wanted to get 3 or 4 hours several times a week to get out. It seemed an existential need for me. In the parlance of our dementia communities, it’s deemed “self-care.” Some ofContinue reading “There’s a lot to be said”

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