This thing in your brain
It was there waiting in 1949 when you were just a little baby born to parents who should never have married. Twice! It was there when you learned to walk and talk. It was there when you lost your first …
Tag: frontotemporal dementia
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OUR JOURNEY
A good night’s rest? Through this journey with Barry suffering from frontotemporal dementia (FTD) and our money worries, people ask me if I have a hard time sleeping. Actually, there have been very few nights since our troubles began when …
OUR JOURNEY – TIES
BARRY’S TIES I am constantly trying to figure out Barry’s clothing. His care center closet is sometimes full and other times practically empty. When I see the lady on the first floor wearing one of his shirts, I know why …
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HIKE FORTY-TWO
A recurring memory Lyndale Avenue suddenly comes to an end in Bloomington just a couple of miles south of 98th Street. At the end of a large parking lot, you can see signs for the Lyndale Trail head, part of …
OUR JOURNEY – BIG HIPS
You look fat Every once in a while, I see a small part of the old Barry come out. One day late this summer, I took Barry down to the courtyard at his care center. He had not been talking …
