Tuesday we received a general diagnosis for my husband. Cognitive Disorder…and the words they wanted to avoid. Dementia. To be specific Vascular Dementia. I did like the two doctors as they were gentle in breaking the news and explained to us how they got to that Diagnosis. More importantly, they set out a plan of… Continue reading Speechless
This is not about me, this is about another family member. Over the years I’ve watched my stepdaughter kowtow to her husband’s every demand. Mostly they seemed sort of reasonable at least in the way she explained it. Then things starting showing a pattern. SD loves the countryside and she loves coming to our part… Continue reading Abuse
Gather the fans, set the air-conditioner on cool, close up the house…prepare a stock tank just for stepping into and cooling off. NOAA just indicated that the Heat Index for the next three days will be 101 degrees in the afternoon. Oh. I may pick up another tall fan to put on the porch. I… Continue reading It’s gonna be hot
Once upon a time I was married to a man who ‘knew’ what he wanted and when he wanted it. He was ‘the’ boss in a way. I didn’t mind as our decision making was generally in the same frame of mind. Cancer took so much from him. His TIA took some more. Now the… Continue reading Time
He asks, “Where are you going?” And I softly remind him that it is MY hiking day. Rich and I have talked about this. It isn’t that I don’t want to be with him. But watching him sleep and waiting for him to awaken is not something I can do each day without some relief.… Continue reading Where are you going?
I’m am ‘hoping’ that this latest two set backs that Rich has had are only that. Setbacks. This morning things hit a snag of sorts. He discovered that he had ‘dribbled’ or leaked all the way from the bedroom to the bathroom. I was busy making coffee and hadn’t realized it. Morris who is the… Continue reading Hope or Hopeless
Him: I don’t like this. Me: Like what? Him: This feeling of being tired all the time. Me: Honey you have said this for 22 years. I sit quietly at the table with my hands on my lap, I’d just gotten in from watering everyone. Hand carrying buckets can be a chore especially in sub zero… Continue reading Night Musings