So he said, clearly, repeatedly, deliberately, as he was wheeled into the little side room where we get to spend an hour twice a week. He eats or to be honest gobbles, and i try to catch the spills.
I knew his words were only slightly tangled.
I know he meant “love” and i don’t think it was past tense. The level of cognition required to know it was me, out of nowhere, bobbing behind the mask, and put that statement out, is actually quite awesome. Given all.
And yeah, a couple or four or ten years ago i would have agreed, quite bitterly, that he had lefted me. To be honest, i still measure time by before or after “Don left.” But he never meant to, and he does no longer know he did.
He didn’t leave, he was stolen by dementia. And he went kicking and screaming, sometimes literally.
The rest of that meal was more high stress and less aware. Juice, food, plates could go anywhere.
He has lost his awareness of space, measurement, and eventually inside/outside, like inside or outside the plate or mouth, over the years, and now it is gone i think totally. Except that spoon still manages to land in or near the mouth mostly.
Time of course doesn’t exist and neither do the memories held by awareness of time.
And yet a core remains.
Today, he struggled unsteadily up out of the chair and we walked around the little room. He reached out and held me in a tentive, then close, mutually-satisfying hug, stepped back and said something that resembled “You are beautiful.”
He also a bit later, cased the room and suggested, somewhat dubiously, that the space behind the whiteboard and between the chairs might do. Gotta put on the record that he was relieved when i wrinkled my nose and turned down that nest.
Remembrance of any kind! Beautiful! I will take it! and beg people to please be careful and please slow down.
If Covid cases continue to skyrocket in exponential growth, and the hospitals fill, the odds of another total lockdown increase.
The four months when i could not see him were the worst of my life, and i almost didn’t survive it.
But he did and I did. Now, as we are slowly getting reacquainted, beyond my wildest hope given the very high level of his dementia, the Covid numbers rise, slowly, and now faster, and worse, exponentially.
Rule of thumb doubling time is 70÷rate of growth.
Rate of growth, says Dr Henry, is 50 per cent in 13 days. That means in 2 weeks roughly, we can expect 140% more covid cases in bc.
If we have 500 a day now, that means over 700 every day in 13 days before the end of November. If we have 600 cases now that means 840 a day in 13 days. And well over 1000 a day by mid-December.
As space runs out and staff get sick, hospitals and ICUs and care aides and the whole system is at severe risk.
It’s starting to look less like Christmas and a lot more like covid careless chickens coming home to roost.
Please stay the blazes home!