Since we started living with Alzheimer’s, we (I) have experienced many ups and downs. Kate and I fortunate to have had far more of the former than the latter. I hope that comes through in my posts. Sometimes the downs surprise me because they are so unexpected. That was the case at lunch today.
Shortly after we were seated, Kate asked, “What is your name?” She had asked that several times while we were at Panera before leaving for lunch. Then she asked, “What is my name?” I told her, and she asked, “Where are we?” I told her we were in Knoxville. I said that because that is usually what she wants to know. She frowned. I had obviously misread her. Then I said, “We’re at Tupelo Grill .” She frowned again. I decided she must mean “Where is our house.” At first, I just told her the general area in which our house is located. That was closer to what she wanted. Then I gave her the address. That worked.
Except for the part about our address, this part of our game was pretty normal. Then it took a sharp turn. She said, “What do I do?” I said, “Well, you were a school librarian.” Her eyes lit up. She didn’t seem to have remembered that. Then I said, “What you enjoyed the most and did the longest was to serve as our church librarian. You served as a volunteer for 19 years, and you were very good at it.”
This failure to remember having been a librarian took me by surprise, and I felt one of those moments of sadness that come along more often now than I would like. It was one thing when she started having trouble with our children’s names. Then it was my name. She is now having trouble remembering her own name. Not remembering that she was a librarian is not just forgetting a label. This is forgetting a major part of her self-identity.
It is not surprising that this would happen at some point, but I hadn’t anticipated its coming this soon. Like the other things that she is forgetting, I know this was just a single moment. This might not happen again for a while. On the other hand, that is exactly how everything else has started, little slips that occur once in a while. Once this process begins, it doesn’t let up.
