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

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Friday, April 23, 2021

“Hope is the thing with feathers . . .”

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I have many super powers: finding silver linings, re-framing, focussing on the positive . . . But there are days when hope is more elusive. ...
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Thursday, March 25, 2021

The Ferret-Jello Hypothesis

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Doug and I met online, and spent several weeks writing emails back and forth before we spoke on the phone. My first impression of him was fi...
Sunday, March 7, 2021

The Gift of Stories

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I tend to economise at the grocery store, because I find that an easy way to save money for other things more important to me. I’m a person ...
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Friday, February 26, 2021

The (First) Worst Day (How I Learned About Exit-Seeking Behaviour)

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In September 2018 I attended a day-long writing conference in Toronto. The timing was perfect - it was two days before our flight to British...
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Thursday, February 18, 2021

Happy Birthday (Birthday Blues)

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So many of us have celebrated a birthday during the pandemic it ought not to feel unusual, unfair, or unhappy. Mine, long ago in the early s...
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Thursday, February 11, 2021

Years of experience

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I recently discovered an old, old cover letter I’d written (being used as a bookmark in a Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase & Fable ) back w...
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Thursday, February 4, 2021

As Time Goes By . . .

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When I am in the world with Doug I try to live in the present; I try not to dwell on what could have been, or what isn’t . . . though of cou...
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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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