October 2010 Six months post-diagnosis |
Even though my father had suffered from dementia, perhaps the reality of what we would be facing together escaped my husband in those early days. We lived quite a distance away from my parents, and a weekend trip every month or so didn't expose my husband fully to what my mom and dad were going through. My mom was forthcoming in phone calls to me, so I had a better idea. And so perhaps my husband was blissfully unaware of the ravages the disease would have and the toll it would take. After all, my dad had been an old man. You might expect an old man to become weak and frail and forgetful. My husband was still young and strong and otherwise healthy.
Yesterday Responding to music |
I'm sure I've been much more fearful and anxious than he has been. There are a lot of things to be scared and anxious about, none of which are on his radar now. I consider that to be a blessing for him. What they say about this disease appears to be true: It's harder on the family than it is on the person who has it.
But perhaps that's the case for every terminal illness, long or short. It's very difficult to watch your loved one leaving you, no matter what the cause or how it's happening. It's painful. And frightening. I'm told I will probably feel relieved "when it's over." But I doubt it.
This blog is about our journey, not anyone else's. If there's something you're wondering about as you read my entries, please do ask questions. Part of the reason I'm journaling our journey is to increase awareness and understanding of Alzheimer's.
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