Star Date December 18th, 2014
It has been some time since I felt to put into words the latest with my lovely wife, so here it is.
She is steadily slipping into that zone of non-remembrance of those around her. Her recognition of family is thinning now, loosing the grand kids seems to be the first step.
Her concept of time is non-existent as is her recollection of visitors. Kids come and spend the day and 5 minutes after they leaves she is complaining about never seeing or hearing from them.
A conversation with her sister becomes a comedy act. The sis is 89, Faye 82 both with dementia and the dialog is something like Abbott and Costello's famous, "Who's on First." I have to laugh, else I would loose it.
I was told to watch her carefully as Alzheimer's patients tend to get into stuff, well it almost happened. She picked up a bottle of bowl cleaner and asked me if it was skin lotion. All lethal chemicals are now in childproof cabinets.
She remembers we have always gone to Vegas this time of year and asks if we will be going. The journey itself is worthy of it's own blog so suffice it to say, not going to happen. I simply tell here we just got back and she is happy.
Everyday she asks me how many years we have been married, 44 I tell her and she says that is a lifetime. She wants to know how and where we met, but I am always great full she still remembers me. That is a milestone I don't want to ever meet.
There are a few people wanting me to find a home for her but it ain't gonna happen as long as I can do what is necessary.
I bought a horse to ride to help me with stress reduction and I think I finally found the perfect house keeper to help with Faye while I am away. We shall see if she comes back from the PI. Her family's home was destroyed by the Typhoon that went through a few weeks ago. She said she is ok and will be back next year.
Well, I have already finished my morning exercise routine so guess I better get that first cup of coffee and see what the day brings: the rain is gone and the warm up is coming.
From the Deck of the Star Ship Coventry, Captain Winstead signing off:
It has been some time since I felt to put into words the latest with my lovely wife, so here it is.
She is steadily slipping into that zone of non-remembrance of those around her. Her recognition of family is thinning now, loosing the grand kids seems to be the first step.
Her concept of time is non-existent as is her recollection of visitors. Kids come and spend the day and 5 minutes after they leaves she is complaining about never seeing or hearing from them.
A conversation with her sister becomes a comedy act. The sis is 89, Faye 82 both with dementia and the dialog is something like Abbott and Costello's famous, "Who's on First." I have to laugh, else I would loose it.
I was told to watch her carefully as Alzheimer's patients tend to get into stuff, well it almost happened. She picked up a bottle of bowl cleaner and asked me if it was skin lotion. All lethal chemicals are now in childproof cabinets.
She remembers we have always gone to Vegas this time of year and asks if we will be going. The journey itself is worthy of it's own blog so suffice it to say, not going to happen. I simply tell here we just got back and she is happy.
Everyday she asks me how many years we have been married, 44 I tell her and she says that is a lifetime. She wants to know how and where we met, but I am always great full she still remembers me. That is a milestone I don't want to ever meet.
There are a few people wanting me to find a home for her but it ain't gonna happen as long as I can do what is necessary.
I bought a horse to ride to help me with stress reduction and I think I finally found the perfect house keeper to help with Faye while I am away. We shall see if she comes back from the PI. Her family's home was destroyed by the Typhoon that went through a few weeks ago. She said she is ok and will be back next year.
Well, I have already finished my morning exercise routine so guess I better get that first cup of coffee and see what the day brings: the rain is gone and the warm up is coming.
From the Deck of the Star Ship Coventry, Captain Winstead signing off:
