Dementia doesn't run on a time table.

Sweetie always loved flowers. 

Is life getting better? Is life the same? Or what? I believe, better, same or what, it is what you make of it. Heard the old saying, when life gives you a lemon, you make lemonade. I don't know about you, but lemon moraine pie is better. 

Friday

I purchased a pair of cameras, one in the bedroom and one in the living room, so I can watch Sweetie, at night, and if I go out for short trips and keep an eye on her. I'd rather take her with me, and will always make that effort. When the time comes that it is easier to leave her home, I don't want to be totally blind to what is going on. Right now, I'm watching her sleep as I'm writing this post. Sometimes, I feel that I'm spying on her, and at the same time, a bit of comfort. 

It was a good day. No movement, but still on the good side of her emotions. We went up to the mall, and did our mall crawl after lunch. Then on a drive. 

We drove out to Cuba, and then there was a road that I wanted to take back. It went from Cuba to Grants. What I didn't remember is that it is 125 miles to Grants. I decided to do it anyway. Sweetie was in a good mood, and why not. It was a long and lonely road with bumps, dips, and rough spots. We made it through, and I thought it would of been a fun road if we were in Tweety. I think I'll save that drive for a solo trip. 

A friend call, he is the one that got me going to the support group, and we had a talk. He, himself, is frail, and wanted to tell me that he has sold his home to one of their children and is moving in with other. His wife is in a facility, and he just now is able to see her. She doesn't know who he is, and I told him that Sweetie is the same with me. He just wanted to keep in touch, which I'll make a point to do with him. 

His phone call brought a stark reality to bear. I keep thinking that Sweetie may have about a year of life left. Then I think of John and his wife, on how long she has stayed alive, and from the looks of it, she may survive her husband. 

Dementia doesn't run on a time table. Doesn't know that the parasite is killing the host and with that in mind, I need to change my thinking. From a calendar to God's Grace. I can want and have wishful thinking. What I can't do is  control the future. What I can do and have the power to do is live one day at a time, for only the Lord knows the number of days one has. 

Today is just another day, riding in the car with my Driver at the wheel. Either going straight on the smooth highway or taking the cross back roads, either way, we are on the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.