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

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Saturday, September 24, 2022

"Backward Glance & Forward Movement"

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Well hello, September. The older I get, the more quickly summers seem to fly by.   Laurie and I had supper on the deck last night in quiet ...
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Wednesday, May 25, 2022

From the Vault

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Dearest Doug, In this case, the vault is a floppy disk - !! A moment I captured fifteen years ago at the last writing retreat I applied to b...
Friday, April 22, 2022

Light

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Dearest Doug, You are so missed in church. Donna and I always remember you and Dennis sitting in our pew, whistling, singing with words real...
Tuesday, March 22, 2022

The Call

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Random fun fact: I used to think I could be a romance novelist. In 1999 I was a Finalist in the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart co...
Monday, March 14, 2022

Time

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Doug is now officially in ‘Late Stage’ Dementia using the labelling system that divides dementia into Early, Middle, and Late stages. Other ...
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Friday, March 4, 2022

Everything

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Dearest Doug, You were fast asleep today for the entire duration of my visit. I held your hands - I love holding your hands; I love your ha...
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Thursday, March 3, 2022

Six Years Ago

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Doug has always been a cat person; he re-homed his cat, Milo, when he moved to the UK with me. At the time I had no idea how great a sacrifi...
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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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