This last week I have had a difficult time coping with Anthony’s dementia-ridden sadness, his lucid memories of/confusion about unpleasant things from the past, his newly-found resistance against nursing staff, his relentless need for me, his unbearable love of our home and his absence from it, and now six days of constipation and associated pain.
His unpleasant memories, and my struggle with forgiveness of those who hurt him (done now, I hope), are nothing compared to the immediacy of his PDD-related physical ailments. Tomorrow, I will ask the nursing lodge staff if I can stay the night. They will say no again, but you never know; it’s the weekend!
Blog break over wkend