When Bob was very young he ran his pointer finger though a saw one of those round high speed ones. The tale always seem to be one of Bob's proudest moments. May times he would recount the mess, and the trip to the small town doctor and how the doctor said " Well, we will try to fix this but if not, we will have to cut the finger off." That accident left his finger bent and the fingernail has a heavy ridge right through the center as the finger was split down the middle (sorry I know it is really early for such a visual description) anyway, while riding home from "work" (code for Adult Day Center) yesterday, Bob was running his hand over this sharp ridge in his nail. Sheri asked him if something was wrong, "Al" replied "I an not sure, but there is a rough line on this nail I have no idea what happened here, do we have any sand paper?" Losing one's memories of one's self has got to be the worst kind of disease.
Sheri needs to pause, praise and pray.
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.