maybe not Historical, but pretty danged old. This is Shirl , Bingo and me abt 1942.
Dementia (a disease), not a fun word. Possibly some better than cancer but we do not get our choice of what happens to our lives in the secrecy of our unfathomable bodies. Some folk die young of lung cancer and have never smoked a cigarette. Then there are those who smoke a pack a day and live to be 100. There are the thieves and ‘never-do gooders’ who keep their brain to connive, while many Intelligent loving folks who have done ‘good deeds’ all their lives start losing brain cells faster than they are produced and become demented. (Simply stated of course)
Dealing with the latter condition can throw an unsick life in a tailspin. When a human of above average intelligence gets to the point they can recall hundreds of things, but cannot remember an important subject that was discussed in detail ten minutes ago, it is tough to comprehend.
There is no answer to the question, ”I have been healthy all my life. Never spent a night in the hospital in 82 years. I managed an office and now can’t find my way home from Walmart. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?” When the question is asked many times a day you know no answer will satisfy nor fix the present dilemma.
My Sherry has a quote from a local celebrity in the 1950s here in North Carolina. Betty Feezer of local TV was attacked by deadly cancer. A fan asked, “Why did this happen to YOU?” Her sweet soft voice answered, “Why NOT me?” (Such a logically unselfserving answer)
This is not our first time facing dementia, my mama was afflicted by it in her later years. I know from your communications several of you reading have faced this at a much tougher level. Your thoughts and support are much appreciated.
Yep, the skipper of the Shipslog is still 'Gone Fishing', but stopped by to say I am still enjoying some blogs.
North Carolina facts (since we are here)