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

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Thursday, February 17, 2022

All Will Be Well

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I’m strong. I’m a strong women who comes from a line of strong women. I’m capable, in many ways. But there are moments, sometimes day-long, ...
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Tuesday, January 4, 2022

January 4, 2022

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Dearest Doug Sometimes I fear I’m losing you - the version of you that I knew, and loved, and married, and made a life with in Bath, and Cam...
Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Just Being

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I didn’t spend time with Doug on Saturday. I visited him Friday & Sunday; in-between I was at an annual cottage retreat with his friends...
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Thursday, August 19, 2021

H is for hope

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One of Piper’s favourite places to sit is in front of the glass doors that lead from our sun room to our deck. It gives her a great view of ...
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Friday, August 6, 2021

Happy Anniversary to Us!

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  These are the two wedding photos I chose to post on Social Media on Wednesday to celebrate our ninth wedding anniversary.  At the mome...
Friday, July 23, 2021

This is the Important Thing

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I am not a quick thinker. Certainly I am not great at thinking on the fly; I’m much better at more slowly organising my thoughts in writing....
Monday, July 12, 2021

Holes in the World

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I have a love-hate relationship wth pathetic fallacy, both in fiction and in real life. (Hmmmm . . . . I am assuming I’m not the only person...
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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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