When you live with someone who has dementia in their medical diagnosis, you learn quickly that laughter is absolutely essential for both patient and caregiver. Alzheimer’s disease may be lurking, and though laughter isn’t a cure, it sure does help.
Decades before husband Peter was diagnosed, I learned to laugh at his corny one-liners and silly antics. Ever the life of any party, he has always joked about everything. Even now he laughs at himself though much of the time he’s forgotten why before the laughs have faded.
There is nothing funny about dementia. It’s a one-way street with a dead end.
Insensitive-sounding? Yes, but Peter would laugh if I were to mention a “one way street” to him. He knows his memory is shot and he frets, though mostly because he loses his keys and wallet, and he doesn’t know the day of the week, the date, or the year. Lately he’s confused about time of day too. He doesn’t want to know what else he doesn’t know, though deep down I’m sure he knows.
Like it or not.
Blogging is my latest writing passion because I love the instant gratification it provides. To date, more than a dozen posts from my “Wherever you go, there you are” have been published on Emra Bombeck Writer’s Workshop site. In addition, I’ve published two books of non-fiction, Mother Tough wrote the book and That’s all she wrote. (You can read about them on my website.) Currently I’m working on a novel, But why? Good question I sometimes think.