Archive for February 9th, 2009

Dinner went well, no utensil problems, no eating with fingers. A victory for our first meal together.

Tonight, he accepted an apple, ate it fine. Then got up to put the core away. “In the garbage under the kitchen sink, Hon.” He starts toward the bedrooms, I catch him and turn him toward the kitchen, he zips to the laundry room. I hold out my hand to take the core, place it in the garbage.

Returning to the living room I see his eyes down, “reading” a folded newspaper, a vein throbbing, pulsed by a broken heart.

A bit later he says his good nights – early. I hate you Alzheimer’s for all the hurt you cause. “You” don’t get to me so much anymore ’cause I have built a wall against you, others have not.

Chef is here with us now – oh, happy day! He stayed with Dad while I did some shopping – so nice to go out and not have to worry who is minding him.

The RN comes tomorrow morn to assess Wayne again – it’s nice Brian will be here to ask questions or just generally “sit in”.