Hubby and I are done with Stanford visit for a while. Might I say what a beautiful place to visit.
We spent the day with a wonderful psychologist who talked to us at lenght and tested hubby. Things aren't final yet, but the diagnosis is pretty much looking like ALZHEIMER.
He's only 60. But his mother had what they call early onset alzheimer.
My daughter and I don't want him to know. No good can come from knowing you have alzheimer. We've been telling him he has short term memory problems from his seizures and though frustrating, we can manage it together.
He seems ok with it for now. My daughters help has been a blessing. We raised a sweet and wonderful girl who I love very much.
When one finds themselves in this situation, one can't help but think of all the wasted moments spent on triviallity, silly arguments and time that could have been used differently.
Why did I so easily pass up moments that could have been speacial and positive ?
Now I feel as if I'm watching him sail slowly out to sea, never to come back.
All of the moments in life are important moments.
