Gifts

One of the things I found out recently is that my frontal lobes are hardening, faster than than than they are supposed to be.

I wasn’t aware that frontal lobes hardened. I was told that it was normal.

It isn’t. I have dementia.

My son and I cried together for a bit. He went to do research and came back feeling better. It didn’t mean that I was going to be helpless soon.

I can feel it every day. It isn’t like forgetting a word or where you put your glasses or leaving something odd in the freezer.

I feel quantities leave me and I know they are gone. I don’t know what they were. My son will say something and I have no idea what he is talking about. We had spent some time discussing it the day before. I know there are holes because I come to the edge of one and feel the step into nothingness.

Completely gone.

I will be completely gone.

I will die of dehydration and starvation.

Might be for the best. I am not who I used to be. She was OK.