Winter’s arrival limits my mobility
Back when the Catholic mass was in Latin, one of the prominent prayers was "Deprofundis Clamavi Ad Te Domine", which translates as Out of the depths I have cried to thee Oh Lord.
Even though I have been dealing with dementia for seven or so years there has never been any despair. In fact there has been a lot of laughter at my own memory lapses.
Recently when it was flu shot time Dorothea laid on an appointment for me at my doctor's office for the next morning. I was ready and able.
When we got in the car the next morning, I forgot about the doctor and asked where we were going. When she told me I broke into laughter and was still laughing when we entered the doctor's office.
When Christmas came into view I asked if I could do anything to help. I interpreted a grim look in reply as a suggestion I stay out of the way.
Dorothea's brother visited recently from Newfoundland, God's country. Family and friends were alerted because Doug always brings fresh cod and cooks for family and friends.
Thirteen of us crowded around the table to partake, including, of course, Wayne and JoAnn MacKay. Two other friends we had not seen in a long time, Art and Bethany, joined us.
Here's a good one. The telephone (remember them?) rang and I answered it. It was for Dorothea but I didn't know how to put it on hold. On the other hand, I mastered texting, so there!
On a more serious note, perhaps, Dorothea and I took in most of the Trump impeachment hearing. Most of that was laughable, though without that intention.
Life becomes more difficult for me and the family when winter arrives. Dorothea helps me over the steps to the car. I won't attempt that when there is snow on the ground. If I have to go out, Peter or Carol or Seamus or Molly or David will carry me out! Entertainment for the neighbours.
Winter brings many "stay at home" days for me.
Given my lack of walking skills, nurse Carol has given me a chart of exercises to follow to keep me moving, at least in the house.
The Alzheimer's Society reports that many people with dementia try to hide it. That is sad, especially since the society has so many things to offer in coping with dementia.
A recent story in this newspaper urges readers not to "dehumanize people with dementia." I have never experienced that.
In fact, when Dorothea and I are out in a restaurant, frequently other diners will come by to wish us the best.
I hope others living with dementia will talk to others about it. There is no shame in it.