Archive for March 19th, 2009

I love that he’s comfortable to ask me about his concerns but it is kind of, well, concerning:)

He just leaned over and asked if we were the only ones in the house tonight – I assured him it was just the two of us and Buddy, the cat. “Then why are all those people here?”

About a half hour ago, he asked if we were just going to walk home. My hesitation was not lost on him, “We are in the bookstore, aren’t we?” Today we had shopped Cost*o and he bought a book.

As I’m typing this, he informs me that Buddy is calling him. I said, “Ok.” He was quite indignant as if I were brushing him off and said he really did hear Buddy call. (The cat is lying at his feet)

So, do I contact our dear Doc and ask him if we should “up” the meds or just carry on. They are not doing what we had hoped for but then again, maybe they need more time to help.

Today we traveled back to the respite centre to get our deposit. Everyone is so nice and friendly.

As we were leaving, a wee little lady was “stuck” on a slight bump in the floor. She couldn’t move her wheelchair forward or back.

He leaned over and put his arm around her shoulder, “Need a little push, do you?”

As we walked out the door, I asked if he knew her. “Nope, never been in the place before.”

We had a great walk last evening and all seemed so normal but from the water incident on, it blew up.
When Wayne really laughs, he puts his hand on his abdomen and has a really good “belly” laugh. No one enjoys humor like he does.
We had finished our meal, a favorite – Greek chicken. Sitting in the living room just happily chatting about the day.
Our neighbors are renovating the exterior of their home so we got around to that, using their names. All of a sudden he looks like he’s in “laughter mode” – hand on tummy, shoulders kind of heaving.
Then it hit me, he was crying. I ran over and held him. He protested and apologized saying he shouldn’t cry, men don’t cry.
Needless to say, very difficult time for a bit.

I found out that he still does realize he has AD – I had thought he didn’t realize any longer. He can’t remember or say the word but calls it “this disease”. To make a very long one shorter, he told me over and over how happy he was to have me and how he leans on me to help him.

I stressed to him it was important to cry and told him I cried sometimes in the tub. He laughed then and said no wonder you take so long, I thought you just liked to soak. Anyway, I told him crying is God’s way of getting rid of the upset and feeling better. It was so touching, he looked up and said, “Thank you, God.”