Can't do it.

Being twins.

How this has become such a important part of my morning. To be up at this 0dark30. To sit and tell the world of what is going on with me and Sweetie. When I started out, I had doubts that anyone would read any of my post, let alone find help and comfort from these daily post. I was wrong. 

From the comments I receive, both on the post and elsewhere, I am humbled. I cannot express my gratitude enough. 

Where we are now, not far from the day before. She is still Sweetie. We do the same things and at the same time and yet they are new to her. Every now and again, she will make mention of what we are doing, as if she somehow remembers that we had done this before. Which we have. 

Meals are becoming a continual, "I don't know how to do it.". Just about anything she does, brushing her teeth, putting on clothes and especially shoes. This is her refrain. 

When we go to the golf course, I have her put on her slip on shoes. I had bought them especially for outdoors. She cannot stand to get her feet wet, or have grass on them. They are the greatest for her, all she has to do is step into them, and we're done. Except for the her telling me how she doesn't know what to do, as she is putting them on. 

It is like that for just about anything she does. From getting into the car and putting on her seat belt, to going and getting the mail. She says one thing, while she doing what she says she can't do. So, I do what I can, either don't say anything, or tell her that she is doing great, the right thing, doing it perfectly. 

I know it isn't much, but I feel like I'm helping. For when I do help, she pulls away with an attitude of this is mine and you can't have it.  

I've begun to give her her balance medicine as quickly as I can, after she gets up. Then, after breakfast, another half dropper before we leave the house to head out for the golf course. She does pretty good after that. 

It seems that her Dementia is working on her all night, and she needs extra help to over come it. I'm wondering how much longer Hemp Oil will help her. I know it isn't a cure, and maybe it is just putting off the inevitable. As long as it works, I'll keep using it.  

There is a cure, and I know who knows it. It is my Driver, the Great Physician. For now I am just the aid to His healing. He is working on me to accept what is happening. For you see, that acceptance is the answer. The more I fight, the harder it will be for me. By accepting, I can look beyond today, to a time when Sweetie and me will be together again, whole and loving. That is what my Driver is telling me, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Sides Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.