Coconut Oil.

Balloon Fiesta

For whatever the reason, I was thinking about when we first began to consider that Sweetie was having problems with her memory. In discussing it with friends and family one of the things that was suggested was Coconut Oil. In my earlier meetings with my support group, the conversation turned to internet legions on what helped Alzheimer's and how we eat and drank gallons of coconut oil to no avail. 

I'm now a believer in TCB Hemp Oil, I know it isn't a cure, but the effect it has on Sweetie is amazing. She is calm, she doesn't fight me, and She seems happy. I know that there isn't anything that will bring her back and at the same time I know where we are going. It just makes the trip easier on both of us. 

When she gets into an emotional state where she isn't holding my hand, I know that her dementia is getting the better of her. So, out comes the Oil, and within about 30 minutes, she is back. She can track well. It is my job to keep her as active as I can. I don't force her to do things that don't make much of a difference. I've found the whatever we are going to do, can always be re-introduced within a few minutes, and get the right response from her. Planning ahead, and keeping a routine is most important. 

Yesterday, when we took our walk, I didn't check on her shoes, she was wearing her house slippers. We were close enough to go back and get her flipflops on, but the thought came to me, what difference does it make? Am I embarrassed because she is wearing house slippers? Or does it really matter what she wears? I went with, what the hell, she is my wife with Dementia, and I don't care as long as we can walk in the mall. It is comes down to this: If she is clean, and she has clothes on, and something on her feet, we're good. 

Driver approves of my growing attitude about what is important, and what is socially important and do the two mix? What mixes is my love for Sweetie, and does it show? He is teaching me about being a duck, and to let the little troubles roll off my back, like water on a shiny car's hood. Choosing is the key. Time is the other ingredient. Choosing what is important, not at the second, but time for eternity. Love is the key, and my Driver knows that. For He is my resource for the unending love that I share with my Sweetie, and He is there refilling my love tank everyday as we travel together down the Road to Dementia Town. Keeping our Shiny Sides up. That is the rule to this caravan. Got to keep your Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.