About 5 years ago, every time I went to our local village hall, I found myself staring at a poster on the wall, which showed an elderly couple, and said something like "they have been married for 40 years, but he doesn't remember her name". It was from the Alzheimer's Society, and although I looked at it frequently, and copied their telephone number (which I later used), I tried hard not to think ahead and picture what this might mean for us.
Much has happened since then, and most of it we have taken in our stride. But tonight I feel so sad I can't even cry. My lovely husband has spent over two hours talking to me - ABOUT me .... we have spent the entire weekend together, yet he was telling me what 'she' would do when she'd come home from work, etc. etc. He looked so lost and distant. I don't know how to handle this. Suddenly, I am scared stiff, and that picture of the Alz poster is there, in my mind, all the time.
And how unbelievably dreadful must this be for my husband, how bewildering to be looking at a person, sensing that they are very, very familiar, yet not being able to place him/her .....
Much has happened since then, and most of it we have taken in our stride. But tonight I feel so sad I can't even cry. My lovely husband has spent over two hours talking to me - ABOUT me .... we have spent the entire weekend together, yet he was telling me what 'she' would do when she'd come home from work, etc. etc. He looked so lost and distant. I don't know how to handle this. Suddenly, I am scared stiff, and that picture of the Alz poster is there, in my mind, all the time.
And how unbelievably dreadful must this be for my husband, how bewildering to be looking at a person, sensing that they are very, very familiar, yet not being able to place him/her .....