Archive for June 8th, 2008

Ah, yeah:) Actually, he has been sleeping better but something is going on – his legs jerk all night long. I guess it is I needing the warm milk and pills. (click to enlarge)

PS Thanks for the support last post. Feeling better.

It’s my own fault, I have to go searching and learning about AD. Living with a husband diagnosed is kind of like reading a book with a bad ending. We seem to get thru our days very well with lots of love, humor and much happiness – and, of course, confusion.

I think my heart develops an immunity so to speak and I live by rote. People ask how I cope and it’s like “What? What do you mean how do I cope – guess I just do.” The decline is slow and steady so one adapts to the new issues, probably not registering them consciously.

We were treated to a lovely dinner out last night. He enjoyed it and a dear friend came over to our table to chat, directing conversation at him, including him. Home for coffee and dessert, recounting stories from long ago. He could recite a story about his father from 1955 but couldn’t turn the fan on or find our bedroom – I hate you, AD. I guess I’ve told you that time and again. Just to warn you, you’ll be hearing it often.

So, up at 6am and decided to go online – found a very good site and as I read thru it, found a title: End Stage Alzheimer’s Disease. I had to read it, why not just by pass it by for now, cause I have to know. Knowing tore me up.