“What did everyone think of our last meeting?” the discussion moderator asked.

“Brutal” was my succinct answer.

“Brutal? Why?”

“Because it was very difficult to sit here and listen to Steve say that he has to battle depression on a daily basis when it was obviously painful for him to say that.”

“Well, I did push him. Steve, how did you feel about the last meeting?”

“Fine, I guess. I don’t even remember what I said. And that’s the good part of having this disease.”

From my perspective, the good part is that Steve hasn’t lost his sense of humor at all. Honestly, I would not say that Steve has gotten worse but these hiccoughs occur occasionally when Steve doesn’t remember a conversation that took place.  I make a mental note of these things when they occur, but I’m really not bothered by them.

We are having our weekly meetings to prepare for the panel discussion that we are participating in on September 21st, World Alzheimer’s Day. We had a meeting yesterday and at our prior meeting, the people talked about if they feel depressed and how that makes them feel.

Steve went on to say that when we were headed to the meeting yesterday, he didn’t know where we were going. We were making a side trip to see my friend, MK, because it was her birthday. We had discussed this on Sunday.  I reminded Steve about it Monday morning. We talked about seeing MK and her husband on our way to their office. Steve never asked where we were going and acted like he knew what we were doing, so it was a surprise to hear him say in our meeting that he hadn’t remembered we were stopping to see our friends.

Throughout the meeting Steve explained to the other memory participants how useful their participation in the panel discussion would be to the conference attendees. The caregivers complimented Steve on the eloquence of his explanation. We had to give our take home message yesterday. Steve’s was one sentence long and perfect. Again, he was complimented on his choice of words. He jokingly said to the moderator, “I hope you wrote that down because I won’t remember what I said.”

On the way home Steve said, “It’s a good thing you were driving this morning because I had no idea where we were going.”

“As long as one of us knows, we’re in good shape. You did a great job today, Steve. I’m proud of you.”  Memory problems or not, that’s what it all boils down to in the end.

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About G-J

I am a caregiver for my 59-year-old husband, Steve, who was diagnosed with Mild Cognitive Impairment in December 2009. His employer put him on disability and he had to retire one year later when he couldn't return to work. I am also the mother to our son who is now a high school senior. We have a cat, Sagwa, who rounds out our family. In addition to blogging here, I volunteer at my son's high school in the scholarship office, teach a class I created called, "Keep Your Brain Buff" at our city's Senior Center, lead a writing group at the Alzheimer's Association, and advocate for people with all types of dementia. In November, I will be participating in my third Walk to End Alzheimer's.

2 thoughts on “Hiccoughs

  1. Avatar of DeniseDenise

    Ah, G-J, you are such a wonderful team. I love what you wrote on your art show entry, that you are married to the best husband in the world. You are. :)

    He’s got a pretty nifty wife, too.

    Please keep us posted on the 21st.


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