This blog is about life with my husband who was diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer's and Frontal Lobe Dementia in 2008. He was 64 at the time although now, knowing more about the disease, Alzheimer's was present many, many years ago, which is why early detection is so important. As you read the blog the character "Al" that I created in 2008, represents the way that Alzheimer's is invading our daily lives.
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Monday, October 22, 2012

Living with Bob and "Al"

Sheri and daughter number 1 ( the one who wears her heart on her sleeve) took Bob and "Al" to a dear friends wedding last evening. There are just so many things Sheri did not think of that made Bob and "Al" uncomfortable on this outing. In the church, Bob wound up being on the end of an inside aisle. Usually this a good thing as then he has more room to stretch out his legs, because his knee cramps up. But this also meant then at the end of the ceremony when the bride and groom greeted everyone row by row, that "Al" would be the first in their row. They were probably 12 rows back from the front, and as the bride and groom moved closer with each row "Al" would turn to Sheri and ask who these people were and what he was suppose to do, this happened over and over again. Sheri could see he was very nervous and uncomfortable about the situation, so Sheri encouraged daughter number 1 to discreetly move past both of them so she would be first in the row to greet the bride and groom, making it less stressful on Bob and "Al". The reality is that anything out of the routine of day to day life becomes a stressful event for Bob and "Al", Sheri is not ready to stop bringing him with her places, but she does need to think things through, and just needs to be more and more creative. :)

2 comments:

  1. We can't always know what to expect. My Dh and I stood in line for an hour at a funeral for a neighbor. Our sons went first, then me, then Dh. We all spoke to the wife at the front of the line, then went thru and spoke to the sons. When we got in the car Dh asked where his wife was. Oh dear. He walked right past her and didn't say a word. He didn't know who she was although we lived by them for 25 years. I'm like you, I hate this disease.

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  2. Brenda, I am so sorry you are dealing with this disease also. Hugs to you.

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