Dementia is a cruel teacher.
Ask me what I have learnt from dementia.
Your wife is not the same since dementia. She cannot help it she has dementia.
I have never cooked, washed dishes, washed or ironed clothes, vacuumed, cleaned, showered or toileted another person, before dementia.
How am I going to adapt, cope and be all to one?
She is suffering; she knows there is something wrong, her eyes look at you, for she needs help to beat dementia.
You have a choice to help her stay alive; her life is in your hands. Love is the antidote for dementia.
Do I help myself; make excuses, leave town, forget I ever knew her before dementia?
No way; “I man up”, do it all, just like my woman would, show the world I am a man above dementia.
Then I found the “spark of life” and learnt to love. Carers came to help, I can’t go under, I must rise above it, she stays with me like always before dementia.
The help is good, gives you relief, encouragement and rest, and still I come back, there she is waiting my return to help her with dementia.
So be of good cheer; feed your soul, as you help another soul, together we are happy fighting dementia.
There is no cure, but be sure, if love is applied, you have the antibiotic for dementia.