You know your husband has dementia from a brain injury, when you automatically check the microwave occasionally to see if he has forgotten any food there. When you have listened to the same TV episode of Bonanza three times in one day, at quite high volume, I might add. When he's still asking you what day it is, not just when he gets up in the morning, but when he's about to go to bed, even though you have it posted in several places around the house. When you double-check his pill organizer to make sure he's taken his medicine, even when he's told you he has.
But the most incredible part of having a husband with dementia is all the hugs you receive in one day. And the amount of times he asks you to stop and pray about something. What would I do without his hugs and prayers? All the rest is just fluff.
2 comments:
wow. this must be a difficult road for you, but just from reading this one post, I can see you are finding the good things--few that they may be--but they are good things.
Thanks for the nice feedback on my blogs. It's nice to know I'm reaching someone. The blogs make me think, so hopefully it does the same for others and inspires someone to look at how God is always there for them too.
Post a Comment