Jan. 26, 2009: A complaining day, perhaps don't read
Jan 27, 2009: Alzheimer studies and personality traits
Jan 29, 2009: I just came to see my husband
Friday, January 30, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Witnessing Alzheimer's: Stage 7
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I never expected him to reach this point. At the same time, I haven't wished for him to die. I haven't prayed for him to die. I've made no bargains with God or anyone else. I've just done everything I could to keep him comfortable. I've poured myself into that task. If it had been me I'd have wanted euthanasia. But I know Abe would not have wanted that, even if it were possible. He'll stay until the end and I'll stay with him. I only hope my courage is as great as his.
read more at the Seattle P.I.
I never expected him to reach this point. At the same time, I haven't wished for him to die. I haven't prayed for him to die. I've made no bargains with God or anyone else. I've just done everything I could to keep him comfortable. I've poured myself into that task. If it had been me I'd have wanted euthanasia. But I know Abe would not have wanted that, even if it were possible. He'll stay until the end and I'll stay with him. I only hope my courage is as great as his.
read more at the Seattle P.I.
Monday, January 19, 2009
He was better today
recognized me when I came in
took my hand and kissed it.
Later, he kissed his own hand.
He has a bruise,
and he kissed the bruise
as if he were a father caring for a child,
something like the day
he called himself He.
While I was there he ate
a cup of ice cream, strawberry
with medicine in it
and 3 to 4 ounces of health shake.
A few days ago
I didn't think I'd make it to the opera tomorrow.
I thought I'd be arranging a funeral
but I'll go to the opera
and out to eat with a friend.
I'll pretend the day is normal.
Maybe it is.
Thanks for dropping by,
Esther
Suggested reading
Alzheimer's Notes
took my hand and kissed it.
Later, he kissed his own hand.
He has a bruise,
and he kissed the bruise
as if he were a father caring for a child,
something like the day
he called himself He.
While I was there he ate
a cup of ice cream, strawberry
with medicine in it
and 3 to 4 ounces of health shake.
A few days ago
I didn't think I'd make it to the opera tomorrow.
I thought I'd be arranging a funeral
but I'll go to the opera
and out to eat with a friend.
I'll pretend the day is normal.
Maybe it is.
Thanks for dropping by,
Esther
Suggested reading
Alzheimer's Notes
Friday, January 16, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Witnessing Alzheimer's: Dinner
Last night at dinner:
a dish of pears
6 ounces of health shake
4 ounces of apple juice
the rest: spit read more at the Seattle P.I.
a dish of pears
6 ounces of health shake
4 ounces of apple juice
the rest: spit read more at the Seattle P.I.
Monday, January 12, 2009
A twinkle in his eye
There was no twinkle in Abe's eye yesterday; not much the day before either. Today I brought him read more
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
She kisses me goodbye
In this entry, Abe gets a chance to speak, a fun way to open up possibilites for our relationship on the page.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Friday, January 02, 2009
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