Ya know, after 6 marriages, you would think, nothing would bother me…

I divorced #1 for screwing around… #2 divorced me, #3 wrong time, #4 Not the right partner, #5 huge mistake and #6…

He’s in the living room having his snack after our run to the store… So why the write???

Alzheimers…

I picked up on Homer’s symptoms very easily…

I watched my father develop the disease after a blow to his head when active duty and if my mother had ever owned what she did to me, she would have been wealthy in her old age, because I can prove, the Air Force failed my dad after they rushed him to the ER after the softball knocked him out as he umpired on his part time job on base at Gunter… 1964 within a year or two it went down… Instead I got to experience attempted murder because of her…

Sorry a little backstory…

Homer broke his neck at 18, his hip bone is connected to his neck bone and he has no upper muscle, shirt off, you can see that his muscle is gone, so anything work wise over his head, yea, I do it, he has no control over those limbs… But we flipped numerous homes and did okay…

When he hit his head during the accident, he injured the frontal lobe and Lewy Body, likes that kind of issue, because that is where they are leaning with his form of dementia…

Yet, only 5 years into our now 32 year marriage, I knew, he had the early signs of dementia and no one listened to me, until our move to Hawaii and the neurologist did testing and he passed with flying colors, but, still, he showed all the hallmarks of dementia… That was 2017…

Now 9 years later and a PET scan last summer, it shows the plaque and as his symptoms progress, I lean towards the Lewy Body also… It is the most trying personality to contend with, when dealing with a intellectual… Watching them fade so fast, night to day is no longer distinguishable…

The last week has been very trying… One minute he is all there and zoom, speedy Gonzales couldn’t keep up with the change and then he is back again…

I am looking for a pattern as to the time of day things go wrong and right and it’s a dice shoot…

I am keeping him involved with our finances and the running of the home and our property, but, little things like fidgeting in the store and moving the cart away from me or getting confused as he bags groceries, it’s lots and lots of little things that add up and those little things have been going on for at least 20 years… My own journey makes it easy for me to see and not want to strangle him…

We both know, none of this will get any easier as time pass’s and I have hope that our diet changes will help keep him healthy and give his body some inflammation relief… Yet I know deep down, the dementia is getting worse and I am the one that has to adapt to a ever changing landscape, called Alzheimers…

I remember…

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