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”

Mental health

Holding onto our mental health is not just taking interventions to keep depression at bay. As we get older, we worry about dementia. Forgetfulness sparks fear. Intervening for cognitive health seems like a good idea. I blog to keep my mind going. I do puzzles, albeit the Easy Sudoku and a mini crossword are myContinue reading “Mental health”

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”

At the start

When Burt first presented with his array of bizarre and unexpected symptoms, I simultaneously felt [that] “I couldn’t” and “I got this.” My current state of mind is very similarly disposed to having it both ways. Often, it looks like he’s also on the same page. “Got it” and “I just can’t.” After a recentContinue reading “At the start”

Spinning yarns

It’s far more relaxing to spin plans with Burt rather than struggle. Is it an effort? Creating some very peculiar scenarios can tax my imagination. It doesn’t try my patience as much as resisting his. Today, he’s both insistent that we take a train somewhere to get home and that I left him alone forContinue reading “Spinning yarns”

That’s just silly

Getting sillier is becoming a salvation. There’s some serious stuff going on. Of course there is. I need to rise to the occasion to combat the many ills that come with Lewy. I also need to find ways to smile and stay sane. If texting “Tony the tiger great” is an indication of the latter.Continue reading “That’s just silly”

My gratitude journey: a tale of before

In reviewing the very unsatisfactory week we’ve had recently, my mind flashed back unbidden to days my love and I spent in the park. The memory was of a time long enough ago that there was no suspicion of dementia and illness. Burt wanted to take me to a spot where he had been inContinue reading “My gratitude journey: a tale of before”

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