With that ordeal over...

Disneyland February 2018

February 2018, it seems like a life time ago. Sweetie still was just, well, just what seemed like just the beginning of her Dementia. When I look back at these posting, to see where she was, and to where we are now, those days were not as bad as they are now. We could talk, she could still do things for herself, and we were in love. 

If anything good has come out of this journey, is the way my love for her has grown. By knowing that she cannot take care of herself, that she is dependent on me, and without me being there, who would take care of her? 

I'm sure her kids would step up. Because I'm here, that has relieved them of that responsibility and that is the way it should be. It is the lonely times, the herding times, the wanting times that make it hard for me. It is one thing to be alone, alone. It is different when you are alone with someone you love, and that loneliness eats away at your soul. 

Yesterday was a gnawing day. I had to put her in the shower first thing. She was a mess and it was easier to clean her up. As you can imagine, she was not happy about the shower, and when I left her an opening, she bolted out of the room, leaving drops along the way. I was just happy to catch her before she got back into bed. That was the beginning. She was cranky most of the morning and when we tried to go out, she wasn't having anything to do with it. 

We did finally get out, do some shopping. We were out of her overnight pads, and I had to get a new supply. When we got home, we had another bout in the bathroom, and then she went to bed. 

It was during the evening, dinner time, when she was antsy again, up and down, back to bed, and then up. Slow me, I figured out she needed to be cleaned again. So we ended the day with her being back in the shower for a second time. What a struggle it was this time. It seemed the softer I talked to her, the more she fought. It wasn't until I got angry, and scolded her, she repented and allowed me to clean her. 

With that ordeal over, she went back to bed and right to sleep. She is warming up to her Dumbo stuff elephant. He has moved from the far side of the bed, to sharing a pillow with her and under the covers. I'm glad she is warming up to him. It may come in as a useful tool later. 

Where are we heading to today? Driver hasn't informed me, and He never does. I just get in, buckle up, and enjoy the ride. Mornings are always the best, for we have only us. It is later in the day, when I find myself calling out to Him. He is there with the tools that I need to get the job done. And done it will be when the sun goes down, as we find a place for the night, traveling down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.