Early in our journey when Burt was in many ways deepest in the throes of Lewy Body, he didn’t recognize me. He’d ask me frequently who I was. I would answer with that neutrality that hides any disappointment. From my answers, he assumed that he had several wives, all named Tamara. From our care team, IContinue reading “Forgotten?”
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He knows me, he knows me not
«That’s not a very LBD thing,« my support group leader mentions. It’s not, and I resent that. There had been «a promise« that I would not be forgotten. The word was people with Lewy Body Dementia tend to always remember their loved ones. It’s not like Alzheimer’s. Well, Burt knows I am important in hisContinue reading “He knows me, he knows me not”
Recognition
Burt has times when he is sure I am one of “6 to 20” wives. Which one are you? Honestly – although I call this schizophrenia by proxy, – I am glad that, if he’s confused, he asks. This query about who and which at 6 or 7 pm always puts me in a bigContinue reading “Recognition”
Smooth fella
Burt falls in love easily. Thanks to Capgras Syndrome, I am one of dozens of Tamaras in his life. A new me surfaces on many a morning. There is no convincing him I am the “real” the “original” the “favorite” wife. This is especially so after lover boy introduces himself as single or single-and-hates-his-wife. IContinue reading “Smooth fella”
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