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Can Dementia Make an Appointment to Fit in Our Schedule?
This should be a partial Demential wish list.
Our lives are still adjusting to my husband’s Dementia diagnosis.
I was devastated when he had a motorcycle accident ten years ago. He didn’t give me a heads up. I had three police officers show up at the front door to take me to the hospital where he was in the trauma center. He didn’t check our calendar to see if we could squeeze a traumatic brain injury into my work schedule and his guitar playing at jam sessions. If he asked, I would have said, “No fuckin’ way. Find someone else to do it for you.” Go ahead, tell me that I’m a selfish bitch. My skin is pretty thick now. But don’t be so self-righteous when you think you wouldn’t say the same thing.
He had a stroke and couldn’t stop his bike in time. I started researching severe traumatic brain injuries for years, starting the day of his accident. The more I read and the more questions I asked, the more I didn’t see how our marriage could survive over time.
Ten years later, we’re still together. Our marriage will never be what it was before the accident. It took a long time to learn to like the guy that my husband changed into. Sometimes, he can be a jagoff. When that happens, I tell myself, “It’s the disease making him like this. It’s not his…
