When I went in to wake Kate yesterday, I saw that her eyes were open. I spoke to her. At first, she didn’t express any emotion. I walked closer and told her good morning. She smiled. I was glad to see that. We were off to a good start. Her smile soon turned to a look of puzzlement. It was the look that meant she was confused. I sat down on the bed. I said, “You look like you’re wondering where you are.” She didn’t say anything. I proceeded to give her my name and hers. She said, “Where are we?” I told her we were in our bedroom and told her to look around the room, that she might see something familiar. She glanced but didn’t give me any sign that she saw anything she recognized.
I talked with her a few minutes and then suggested that she get up so that I could take her to lunch. Getting up from the bed or a chair is beginning to be more difficult. As I helped her up, she screamed. She felt a pain in her right knee. That is the one with the arthritis. This was the first time she has felt any pain in a year; however, this was different than before. This time it was short-lived. Once she was on her feet, the pain subsided, and she didn’t complain of any pain after that. I took her to the bathroom to use the toilet and brush her teeth.
I showed her the toilet, but as often happens, she didn’t recognize it. I asked her to take a seat. Then she said, “That’s it.” She washed her hands and then started to brush her teeth. I went to the kitchen to take care of a few things. It wasn’t long before I heard our housekeeper tell her that I was in the kitchen. I walked into the family room where the two of them were standing. When she saw me, her eyes brightened, and she had the biggest smile you can imagine. She said, “There he is.” I walked toward her, and she almost ran to me. She reached her arms out to me and we embraced. Then she gave a great sigh of relief. I said, “So Linda told you where I was?” She said, “She did?” Then she looked at Linda, tears filled her eyes. She thanked her and gave her a big hug. To me, this is one more striking example of her increasing dependence on me. There have been times in the past few years when I lost her for a period of time, once for three hours in Niagara-on-the-Lake, Ontario. She wasn’t bothered at all. I was the one who was panicked. This time we were not more than fifty feet apart (though she couldn’t understand that) in our own house, and our separation was only minutes.
It also seems to me that she is more responsive to my suggestions. For example, she hasn’t been as slow to respond when I tell here it is getting to be bedtime. She is also decidedly more accepting of my help in dressing and holding her hand when we are walking to and from the car.
I can’t help wondering what comes next?