Earlier today I mentioned an experience at lunch when she didn’t recall that her cousin Chester had died and that we had attended his funeral two days ago. That is a rather dramatic experience that she would have recalled several years ago. I am still somewhat surprised that it didn’t ring a bell at lunch.
Before going to dinner this evening, I told her again about the pictures I had sent her Ken and Virginia as well as our son. She said, “You should also send them to Chester.” I told her that he had died last week. She said, “We were just with him.” I assume she was referring to this past weekend and said, “We were there for his funeral service.” She hadn’t remembered. This is clearly a change from several months ago. I have been noticing the change and commenting on it, but it is still somewhat surprising when she says things like this.
Her increasing loss of short-term memory is not the only change. She seems more reflective. She talks more about the past, her family, our relationship, and about me specifically. She expresses more appreciation for the things I do for her. She is also much more accepting of my suggestions regarding her clothes or whether she can work outside and, if so, where and with the clippers.
In general, I would say there is a striking change in her dependence, acceptance of her dependence, on me. She accepts my help more readily and even asks for it. That is especially true with respect to her clothes. For example, for quite some time, she has put on clothes that are backwards or inside-out. That seems to be more of a problem now than in the past. Today, she has asked me to help her with her coat when she couldn’t easily put it on. Tonight, she started to put on her night gown. She said, “Wait a minute, I might need your help with this.” She was holding it up and trying to decide which was the top and which was the bottom of the gown as well as the front and back. She started getting frustrated and asked me to do it. I finally put my hand through each of the sleeves and grabbed her hands and guided them through. I can see that this is going to be worse very soon. She got into bed and then said, “I can’t live without you,” something she has said many times along the way. Right now, it takes on a more serious meaning.
