A Long, Lonely Journey: Loving a Spouse Who is Living with Dementia

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Tuesday, September 29, 2020

The Night The Cat Exploded

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  (photo: 29th September, 2020 - proof that Piper is alive and well, albeit exhausted after an afternoon spent lying in a sunbeam, watching ...
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Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Love/ verb/ to Hold Dear, to Admire, to Greatly Cherish

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  First thing this morning Laurie and I swam out to the little island and back, then sat in the sun with a pot of tea, and wild blueberry mu...
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Monday, September 14, 2020

A Love Letter to The Breakfast Club

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Through our local Alzheimer’s Society, my husband and I met a wonderful group of people.   Since 2017 we’ve been having breakfast together e...
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Sunday, September 13, 2020

Notes About Survival

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                                                          (photo: September 12, 2004) At a reading, I often introduce my hurricane poems by ...
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Sunday, September 6, 2020

Downhill . . . in Stages

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Many years ago - so far in the past that digital cameras didn’t exist - I hiked in Nepal. I had to balance the worth of each potential sna...
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Thursday, September 3, 2020

Silver Linings

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  (photo: September 2017) September 1st, 2020 The light this morning is golden, and gorgeous. I think if I were a photographer, and it were...
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My husband and I recited our wedding vows in August 2012, agreeing to love and cherish each other in sickness and in health. We didn't know there was sickness already. We never imagined that early onset dementia would define our marriage. In May 2013 he was formally diagnosed with Mild Cognitive Impairment. “It's NOT mild!!” I wrote to my sister . . . ah, had I only known how mild it was. I could list all things my intelligent, hard-working, capable, adventurous husband can no longer do - but to what purpose? It would be easy to feel sorry for us - but that won't change what is. I am a witness to his life, I treasure his memories, and I love him. His is not my story to tell, and I can’t speak to the reality of living with dementia except in my role as wife and caregiver. I've made mistakes along the way - but we've had lots of good moments too.
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