Lately (well, not so lately!), I have been forgetting EVERYTHING. Hubby and I have been joking (sort of) about my absent-mindedness. I told him that I know he won’t have any patience with me if (crossing my fingers!) I am diagnosed with dementia and gradually lose not only my memory – but my mind. This isn’t really a Joking Matter, for the number of patients with dementia is rising.
Of course, I always research anything I’m interested in ad nauseum – and that is the case with Alzheimer’s disease and other types of dementia (and I’m always reading certain portions of books and articles about Alzheimer’s to hubby). I have read everything published, I think, about Alzheimer’s. I want to be knowledgeable about what happens to folks with dementia and what could happen to me.
Two of the activities I would miss most is reading and stitching (although I have not been doing much stitching lately). Books – to me – are as essential as breathing.
I must extract a promise from My Sweetheart to be sure to read to me!
Even at later stages of the disease, many patients are engaged by books read to them. Lydia Burdick, a businesswoman in New York, was able to get her mother to respond by reading to her even at a relatively late stage of Alzheimer’s disease, although it had long been hard to get through to her.