Category: Alzheimer’s

Looking Ahead

Below is one of the first pieces I wrote about my mother’s dementia. At the time, I had no idea that we would only have her for another five or so years. Today’s prompt is “Where will you be in 5 years.” Please excuse… Continue Reading “Looking Ahead”

Self-diagnosis

My father was reading Time magazine the other day. “Can you read the date of this?” he asked me when I came in the room. I squinted and read, “July 17, 2000.” “So it’s current,” he said. “No, Dad,” I told him. “This is… Continue Reading “Self-diagnosis”

Where the Wild Things Are

Partly because Sam just sent me this awesome collage postcard from Hawaii: And partly because the Fenimore Art Museum recently announced that in April they are opening an exhibit called: 50 Years, 50 Works, 50 Reasons. Maurice Sendak: The Memorial Exhibition And partly because… Continue Reading “Where the Wild Things Are”

The Weight of Struggles

In 2011, my mind was spinning with all the information being thrown at me.  Bladder cancer.  Catheter care.  Chemotherapy. That summer, my mother had been diagnosed with bladder cancer. As if Alzheimer’s wasn’t enough.  As if a second bout with breast cancer wasn’t enough.  As if… Continue Reading “The Weight of Struggles”

The Benefits of Rust

Remember when I said I would be rusty trying to write again? I was feeling that rust this morning as it seized up my writing gears. Today I wrote a whole post, deleted half of it, wrote a little more, made a meme, considered dropping the whole thing… Continue Reading “The Benefits of Rust”

Vulnerable

“Fred” made the mistake of saying the words “crew cut” within hearing of the man with the clippers. “Everybody has a bad haircut story,” I told him. “Now you have yours.” What made the whole thing ironic is that “Fred” had just been to a conference… Continue Reading “Vulnerable”

Kind

The ABC’s of how I’m feeling: A is for ANGRY B is for BITTER C is for CRANKY Clearly I’m doing this A-to-Z Challenge all wrong. I feel angry. And not kind. I hung up on Time-Warner yesterday. Told them we were switching to… Continue Reading “Kind”

Quiet Miracles

I am the world’s biggest fan of quiet, well, one of them anyway.  I love quiet and all the sounds of quiet. It’s quiet in my home right now.  I hear the fan from my computer and a few birds singing outside. Mary is… Continue Reading “Quiet Miracles”

Knowing My Name

“You’re the lady with the dog,” a woman said to me at church the other day. “The dog with the fish?”  I responded, half-questioning, half completing her sentence. “That’s right,” she said excitedly. Our dog is famous around Greene.  She carries a toy, usually… Continue Reading “Knowing My Name”

My Inner Porcupine

One of the most precious lessons I have learned (and am still learning) from my mother’s Alzheimer’s is not to take things personally.  I have such a tendency to do that!  When people say or do little things, and sometimes big things, that are… Continue Reading “My Inner Porcupine”