Even though I believe so strongly in the power of music, I am still occasionally surprised by experiences with Kate. Day before yesterday, she did two things that I didn’t expect. The first occurred as we were about get into our car after lunch. I told Kate I loved her. I have no idea why, but I immediately thought of that old song “I Love You a Bushel and a Peck.” I can’t remember the last time I heard it. It certainly isn’t a song one hears very often.
When I got in the car, I googled it and pulled up a rendition by Doris Day. After she had sung the line “I love you a bushel and a peck,” Kate sang the following line in sync with the music – “A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.” Of all the names of people, places, and things that have been lost in her memory, how did this one pop into her mind, and so quickly? I thought for a moment. Then I asked myself if this was any more puzzling than my remembering the song itself when I said, “I love you.” I’ve said that thousands of times without making that connection. Why did I make it this time? We have so much to learn about the brain.
The other incident occurred the same day. We were in the car, and “If Ever I Would Leave You” was playing. It wasn’t long before she said, “I would never leave you.” I took note of her remark because of her emotional experience with another song that was sung at Casa Bella last week. I had wondered to what extent she was able to make a connection between the words of a song and our own relationship. My guess was that she was moved by the music and lyrics but probably didn’t make a connection to us. I still think that. On the other hand, this week’s experience let’s me know that she is able to process more of what is said than I usually believe or report in this blog.
I have, however, noted that she often gives evidence of rather keen insights concerning what is going on around her and between the two of us. I take these experiences as examples of her intuitive abilities, and they continue to work amazingly well. One of those occurred last night as we left Casa Bella. She thanked me for trying to keep her from “making an idiot of myself.” While I always assure her that she gets along fine, she recognizes the many problems she has. Without a memory, she can’t remember all the things each of us does when we are eating out and feels insecure. Sometimes, as she did last night, she worries about how to order her meal. She kept picking up the menu and asking for my help. Each time I told her what I selected and would order for both of us. She was relieved, but she couldn’t remember. She asked for help another 6-7 times before the server took our order. There were a number of other things for which she needed help. It’s hard to imagine the pressure she must feel in situations like this.
Perhaps it is this kind of pressure she experiences throughout the day that is now causing her to rest more. She is making a habit out of resting immediately after we get home from lunch. That happens even on the days she has slept as late as 11:00. The length of time she rests is also increasing. After lunch, she sometimes rests until time for us to leave for dinner. In addition, two nights this week she has gone to bed shortly after 7:30.
The good news is that she continues to be happy even in situations like last night. I believe it is good for her to get out despite the challenges. I am hopeful about continuing a while longer.