Sheri was thinking about how patient the workers at the Adult Day Center must be. "Al" tried bolting yesterday headed right to the door at home and said "I quit this job, I am sure I can find another, I don't need this anymore they have stolen all my buttons." Redirecting did not help. Sheri can't imagine what it might be like with a room full of "Al's" all quitting at the same time :(
Sheri is very thankful for the workers at Open Circle.
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.
There is an archive tab further down the page that starts from the beginning of our journey.
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Sunday, October 30, 2016
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Living with Bob and "Al"
All Sheri can say this morning is thank you to all her friends for the wonderful bridal shower for Daughter Number One. They made it a His and Hers Shower so that the other men could hang out with Bob and "Al" God is good!
Friday, September 9, 2016
Living with Bob and "Al"
Bob's life spent silent, Al wants to talk...
Remembering stories, of Bob's life walk
Bob thinks of people he once knew well
Al's stories are jumbled, but only I can tell.
The words are there on the tip of Al's tongue
But Bob swallows hard , tears of life long ago.
Remembering stories, of Bob's life walk
Bob thinks of people he once knew well
Al's stories are jumbled, but only I can tell.
The words are there on the tip of Al's tongue
But Bob swallows hard , tears of life long ago.
Psalm 119:105
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Living with Bob and "Al"
"Al" is obsessed with the ridge in his nail and his bent finger (the one he ran through the saw in his youth). He wants Sheri to fix it, both the ridge and his finger. Sheri just keeps saying they will have the doctor look at it tomorrow, which keeps him content... for the few minutes Bob can hold on to the answer. Heavy sigh.
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