Archive for July 25th, 2007

(1) Great difficulty with “left” and “right”

(2) Difficulty finding glasses and mugs

(3) Thanked Chef for calling to wish him “happy birthday”

(4) Came out of the bedroom with his pillow – “Am I to sleep in here?” Told him yes. “Why?” He said it looks to good – thought it was for company. Sweet.

(5) Helped me bag up apple prunings but it’s very confusing for him.

(6) Very thoughtful – got the fan and put it on the floor for Buddy – very sweet.

(7) July 19/07 The first time (ever) he was suspicious when I moved some books in the bedroom.

So it’s June 2004 and we had phoned friends in Nova Scotia. After saying goodbye, he looked at me and said, “I want to go home.” In 39 years of marriage he had never used that expression – and he “went home” about every 4 years in the past.

An hour later we were booked to fly East on September 10/04 – I didn’t wait for Monday to ask if I could have the time off – there was no question – we had to go. Fortunately my boss was very willing to let me have the time.

*****It must be said to clarify any misunderstandings, no one knew of our plans, took us, paid for us or helped us in our plans to go.*****

*****Sad to say, My Man hasn’t had all the support he could from people who should support him, but that is a story to be told in future posts.*****

It still floors me that he could mask his disease so well at home. As I’ve mentioned, when something out of the “norm” happened, I chalked it up to stress.

Also, at home I basically “did everything” such as cook, shop, etc. therefore nothing jumped out at me. The garden beds I wanted – well, I thought he felt it was better to make walkways. There were many other examples but they could be explained away.

He told me later that he carried a small notebook in his pocket to write things down for work. Felt so sorry he probably went through agony to do a day’s work.

When I asked him how he had managed, he answered,”I had a system.”

He lead me to the window to see my new “raised” garden beds. My heart sank. No raised beds – the paths between had been dug down – - -

Never once did it enter my mind that we were dealing with a new phase of life. Not understanding this, I was furious inside. I dreamed of raised beds, I planned raised beds. But I had lovely sunken pathways.

The guardian angel tapped me lightly on the shoulder and sealed my lips – I responded with love thanking him for the great job. It was done to perfection as was his manner – but disease had invaded.