My name is Jane and my husband of 34 years was diagnosed with Dementia/Alzheimer’s about a year and a half ago. (Of course, his symptoms began much earlier.) This blog is a tale of our lives after “Al” (the name I’ve given Joe’s disease) moved in.
Things like this happened over time, slowly and mysteriously. And, there was the kicker last year--Why would anyone get up at 1:30 in the morning and walk up and down the sidewalk looking for the newspaper? “Houston, we have a problem."
Al made it hard for Joe to concentrate or find the words to finish a thought. To me, Joe had always been “the smartest guy in the room”, but with Al around, he was slowly becoming disconnected and quiet.
Friends began the wonder what was happening. I would jokingly say something like, “Well, he runs out of words by about 4:30”. The truth, Al was now clearly getting in the way.
Let’s be clear about this, I love my husband, but Al, not so much. Apparently, no matter how many things we try or how many websites we browse, there are no magic answers; we will still have an Al problem.