My frustration, confusion and sadness
I rarely comment, but read posts often. 6-7 years ago my DH was diagnosed with possible MCI which was inconclusive. I can tell you, he will never go through testing again. He’s very aware of his memory and confusion. He says he “feels perpetually confused.” Dementia is rampant in his family. Mother, aunts, two brothers, grandfather. He has been almost in the same place for years (feeling foggy). In the past year though, he and I have both noticed a change. He feels it, I see it. I dislike looking at stages because they all blur over each other. It isn’t linear. What signs we see as a spouse and the person experiencing his thought processes not working correctly, is noticed long before not being able to drive or losing words. I cannot get the medical profession to recognize what I see and what he feels, so we just charter our own path. Thanks to all of you who post on here, I have learned to be tolerant and understanding. The short term memory is really affecting him as well as electronics (how does the remote work?). He needs me more and more for everything. I run the show around here, financial, emotional and everything pertaining to owning a home. I’m it. I shadow him. He still can carry on a conversation and his humor and wit are in tact. His ability to comprehend is shrinking. I’m in the process of getting a durable power of attorney. He agrees we need to get it done. When myself or him speak to friends or family about his failing mind, we are dismissed. It’s well meaning, I know. But I want one person to ask me a question, because I have been on a roller coaster for years questioning whether he has it or not. He would go through periods of complete clarity and then losing it. Now it’s become more commonly consistent. He’s 79, I’m 66. I’m sad, I’m overwhelmed (sometimes) but I’m driven to do everything to make his quality of life good. I really just needed to vent tonight because I so want to see my aging mother, grandchildren and children, but we live 7 hours away from everyone. In other words, feeling sorry for myself. It doesn’t happen often, I’m a strong person, but tonight it hit me. Thanks for any of you who took the time to read this.