The Two-Edged Sword of Lucidity

There are fewer moments when my wife Val is lucid. But they are still there.. everyday.

Yesterday she looked at me and said, "Are you OK?" She knew, she knows what she is going through, and knows it must be hard for me at times. She always cared for other people, no matter what was going on in her life.

That was/is the kind of person Val is, so I know what she meant by that meager sentence and the look on her face.

Later that day Val's aid said to me, "Val tried to sit up, and stand while she was sitting in the chair. Realized she could not stand on her own, and started to cry."

That is the other edge of the two-edged sword of lucidity. Although I've never been stabbed, that is what it must feel like to be cut right through your heart.