Friday, April 26, 2013

Why Me, why not me?

I struggle with the fact that such a wonderful person like Valerie has Alzheimer's Disease. So yes, I ask God, why her, why not me? Valerie is a far better person than I can ever hope to be. She would have done much more in life, helped others and made a difference in the world more than I could ever hope.

So yes God, why not me?  It is a question I ask God every day. He could do it if he wanted to. I'm ready whenever he is...

Mister Mister

At one point during the last year and a half, Valerie started to call me Mister Mister. We all got a kick out of that.

She doesn't say my name often, but she still sort of knows who I am. She smiles when she sees me in the morning, she often looks at me when I walk into the room and says "Oh!", she sometimes looks at me with a sort of recognition and holds out her right arm to hug me.

I know many people, including myself, are so distressed knowing that someone you love may not know who you are anymore. Or at the very least, not like they used to know you and were able to express that. But I have heard this said before, and it is true, I STILL know who Valerie is. And really, it isn't at all about me.

She doesn't call me Mister Mister much anymore. Yet, she did call my name on Valentine's Day.

Doctors On Call In New York

Valerie's doctor comes to the house once a month. We started with a new doctor at the end of last year. Since Valerie has been bed-bound since July of 2011 we have had to have a doctor come to the house. The doctor is based in Brooklyn and he works with "Doctors On Call".

Here's their website:
http://www.doctorsoncallnyc.com/

Two Years Ago...

It's been two years since I started this blog for Valerie. I wish I could post more, but caring for Valerie takes up most of my time. Hopefully, I can post more. We'll see...

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

I Love It!

It is sunny and 80 degrees here, so Valerie and I go out on the back deck.

The breeze is perfect, and I asked Val if she liked being outside.

"I love it!"



Monday, April 8, 2013

Touch

Sometimes there are no words, but there is a connection.