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Navigating the Troubles Seas of Dementia: a Love Story
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AN ODYSSEY THROUGH THE TROUBLED SEAS OF DEMENTIA - A LOVE STORY It had gone to episodes of sudden confusion and rage, triggered by nothing I could ever identify. Then paranoia, people "upstairs in our home" to be taken care of somehow. I told her: "We're in a new season. We've never been old before. We've got to learn to trust God in this time too." The discharging nurse's last greeting was: "It'll get worse . . ." "Keith", she said: "Don't be afraid. It's going to be all right." She was unbelievable-reassuring me. By then she had lost almost all of her abilities-even to hold a fork or to scra...
AN ODYSSEY THROUGH THE TROUBLED SEAS OF DEMENTIA - A LOVE STORY It had gone to episodes of sudden confusion and rage, triggered by nothing I could ever identify. Then paranoia, people "upstairs in our home" to be taken care of somehow. I told her: "We're in a new season. We've never been old before. We've got to learn to trust God in this time too." The discharging nurse's last greeting was: "It'll get worse . . ." "Keith", she said: "Don't be afraid. It's going to be all right." She was unbelievable-reassuring me. By then she had lost almost all of her abilities-even to hold a fork or to scratch her own nose. She initiated her own blink signals: one for "yes", two for "kisses", three for "I love you". Dance?-o yes, we still danced. Jitter-bug moves-seated. If you were watching, probably pretty comic. . It's this period, three years of the Last Season, that began to hold a sweetness for us.
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