Fading Away

These days I see unexpected changes in Kate’s behavior and mood. In some cases, they are new things. More typically, they are things I have observed before. The difference is that they are becoming more frequent. At dinner last night, we had a conversation about our children and the good times we had had during our marriage. Moments later, she didn’t know my name or that I am her husband. Again, this is not something entirely new. It’s the abruptness with she moves from clarity to confusion.

Last night, I saw a message from a man who felt his wife was fading away. I can relate to that. I have had this sense for years. Now it feels like the end is so much closer, and it is.

The other day before leaving the house for the hair salon, she went to the bathroom. When she came out, she said, “I’ll never do that again.” I don’t know what she was talking about, but she was wiping her hands. Fifteen minutes later at the salon, she asked me if they had a restroom. I told her they did, and she wanted me to take her. She looked a little frightened as we walked through the salon. When I opened the door for her, she said, “You better come with me.” Once inside, she spent her time washing her hands and her arms, taking much longer than I would have thought necessary. I didn’t see why she wanted me with her. I know she has had other experiences when she didn’t know what to do in a restroom. One time she tried to exit through a locked door to a supply room. In that case, our server helped her get to the correct door. Another time she locked herself in and couldn’t unlock the door. The experience at the salon made me suspect she was feeling particularly insecure. It also appears there was some connection with her statement at home that she would “never do that again” and her washing her hands and arms at the salon. Did she accidentally put something on her hands at home that she still needed to get off? I have no idea. I don’t know of anything (like a household cleanser) in the bathroom at home. It’s another mystery.

I see signs of change at home and everywhere we go. She sometimes forgets where her toothpaste and toothbrush are even though I now keep them on the counter in the bathroom where they are quite visible.

At lunch yesterday, I mentioned that we would have pizza last night. She didn’t recognize “pizza.” I gave her a description, and she still had no idea what I was talking about. She picked up a slice of a black olive that was with her meal. She said, “I like this.” I told her it was an olive. That didn’t mean anything to her.

Her dependence on me continues to increase. At lunch, I said something about someone who had died. In a moment, and with a look of concern, she said, “What would happen to me if something happened to you?” I reminded her that my dad had lived to 100 and suggested I might do the same. Her question, however, had a tone of greater concern that deserved a more serious reply. I reminded her that our son is in the elder care business and was quite familiar with all the resources and issues related to seniors. I told her he would step in and care for her and that would mean she would probably move to Texas to be near him. She gave a sigh of relief and said she felt better knowing that. That is just another sign of her awareness of her dependency.

She has always been appreciative of the things I do for her, but she has moments when her expressions are more excessive than before. When we left the hair salon the other day, she said, “You’re a nice guy, a really nice guy, and I mean that.” In the car she said, “You are the best man I know.” Near the house, she said, “Do you know who is most important?” I said, “Who?” She said, “You are.” This was one of those happy/sad moments. I am happy that she feels more secure with me, but I am sad for her to experience the insecurity that makes her need me.

At home we looked through a portion of the “Big Sister” album. She got tired and wanted to rest. While resting on the sofa, she asked, “Where are we right now?” I told her we were in our very own house. She said, “The inside?” She really is fading away now. I don’t know what she will be like in the next few months.