Is 70 years old.
Today, if Dorothy were to encounter Men with no brains, no hearts, and nocourage -She wouldn't be in Oz -
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She'd be in Congress.
Dear Joe and Lynn,
Thank you again for your response...these letters and blogs must keep you both very busy...I don't know how Joe still does it, but thank you from the bottom of my heart. My father suffered from AD silently...we did not know what he was thinking or feeling...he tried to live life as if he didn't have the disease, including not talking about it. The only glimpses we had were his physical struggles, his hallucinations, and listening to his frustrations...we had to try to fill in ourselves what was going on in his head. Joe, you have no idea how much your shared words help us understand what you are feeling or experiencing or thinking...more than you know. I wish my father could have expressed what he was experiencing, but he didn't, so I am learning from you.
I just checked into your blog...I am sorry to say that I haven't been able to keep up with it regularly (due to restricted internet access), but every time I visit your page, it brings tears to my eyes...I am just filled up with sentimental emotion on how much you share, and your struggles doing it, and your struggles with the disease...thank you for all the work you put in. I am amazed at how articulate you still are at this stage.
I am so happy you published a book!!!! That's great.
I unfortunately could not find the memorial link on your page...I must be overlooking it. But I would love to send you the information on my father, and a photo. I will let my mother know.
I was also thrilled to hear that you are doing the Memory walk in Oceanside. Before I knew that, I was going to e-mail and ask if you and/or your family if you and they might be interested because I want to do it too. But I have to get my butt in gear to sign up and send out the e-mails. My mother did the walk in Florida about a week or two ago. I'll honor my father with a team bearing his name; however, I do not have family here, so unless friends join me (and they might), I might be a team of one. I would be honored to walk with you and Lynn if you like. It sounds like you might not have many walking with you, so if you and Lynn need any help at all, I would be happy and honored to help. I helped give care to my father until he passed.
This is getting long for you to read, so I will sign off. If you want to put any of this last response on your blog, you have my permission.
God bless you all (and my father would have agreed with Joe on "...and this great country of ours")
Cheryl
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God Bless & Keep You & This Country of Ours!!!
joe
PS Cheryl has no real idea what emails and comments from you folks really mean to me. They keep me wanting to post, even though I feel no one really gives a shit.
Message = Just found your blog and it is great. It might be a good help for me to understand my husband. He does not talk much about what he feels and when he does he yells. I try to listen but how do I get him to talk without being so mean? He has alzheimer's and was only diagnosed a few years ago but it seems that he is slipping more these days. I hope your troubles are few. You look like a fun guy.
Forget the last sentence. I get a great deal of emails from people like this lady. I can only answer from my side. She needs help fro you guys, you can see she is drowning in a sea she does not know how to swim in. Please POST and help her. This is part of my reason for not wanting to continue to post. I feel that we as a family are failing people like this lady. My emotions control me now rather than the other way around. Even if you do the same thing each day I am sure you do something different, maybe a minute that can help someone. I do the same thing each day, become more forgetful, angry, frustrated, pissed, fingers hurt typing all of this, my brain wanders while I am tyring to post. If you want to be a guest blogger on my blog, send me your email address and why and I will email you the link. Postings have to be all related to Dementia in anyform or caregibing to Dementia patients.
God Bless & Keep You & This Country of Ours (Help The World Too)!!
joe
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| attacked from all angles First let me wish you all a belated 4th of July!! You know it is difficult when everyone is watching what you are doing constantly. OH of course the wife does not watch over me or nag, not the kids either, THEY have trained the fricken bird and cat to do their dirty work. I am surprised they have not given the fish feet and artificial living tanks so that they can come and spy as well. It has gotten so that I have no privacy under constant surveliance like a member of the KGB, well they won't catch me, my brain cell is working out a plan. As soon as it lets me know what the hell it is then I can do something about this invasion. Seriously they need to watch me, I do some of the dumbest things, besides not letting the wall get out of my way before I walk into it. There are times I really do not know what the hell I am doiing or what I am talking about. This is geetting more difficult as time goes on and it is suppose to, but it sure plays hell with what i want to do, which I do not know what that is to start with. Yes there has been joy this year two new grandchildren, my new koi pond, which I rarely sit by anymore, actually two ponds. all have mosiquto fish in them, cute little devils they are and do they populate. Well I guess I have bitched enough, well maybe not, but at least I remembered most of what I wanted to say in this post, which in and of itself is something. My physcologist would say that I am still in there somewhere, but the question is where. He has been seeing me and been my friend for a number of years now, his father died from this damned disease, so he knows from where my anger and confusion and thoughts come from. God Bless & Keep You & This Country of Ours!! joe PS: I can go anywhere I want, that is what I am told, but here is the kicker I have to be taken there, real freedom, right! |
