Today I’m wondering if we will ever go through a day in which we don’t think about Kate’s AD. It seems (and I think is reality) that all of life gets reinterpreted in light of her diagnosis. After our company left yesterday, she and I discussed how things had gone. At one point she said, “I don’t think anyone would have suspected.” I assured her that they wouldn’t have. She also acknowledged that they might have thought she wasn’t “as organized as she used to be, etc.”
Today at Rotary our speaker talked about our CART Fund (Coins for Alzheimer’s Research Trust) and asked us to raise our hands if we knew anyone who had/has AD. As I raised my hand, my eyes started to water. I’ve been in this group before when this question has been asked, but I never felt the same emotion as I did today.