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

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Saturday, June 26, 2021

Reframing

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My sister introduced me to reframing years ago, and it’s something I’ve been using successfully every since. It ties in well with other insi...
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Wednesday, June 23, 2021

On Not Judging

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I  judge. All the time. I form instant critical (negative) opinions based on little to no evidence   . . . and I’m sure there are many more...
Wednesday, June 9, 2021

Better Living Through Chemistry

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I was raised by a Physicist-Mathematician and a Biologist - so it’s not entirely surprising that I believe in Science, fact-based decisions,...
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Sunday, May 30, 2021

Various Miracles

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I am so deeply grateful for the rapid Covid screening test, which allows me to be swabbed at Doug’s care home, confirms that I am still nega...
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Sunday, May 2, 2021

Past Imperfect

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I miss my husband. I miss our conversations, and all the things we did together: our walks, our adventures, our shared loves, the things we ...
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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...
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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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