Talking His Butt Off

Michelle

Talking His Butt Off

Michelle
It is 6:15 am in Los Angeles and I don’t know what tomorrow will bring but every time I think about yesterday I smile and I am thankful. Yesterday was a good day.

My husband’s cousin called to say that he and his wife were in town and would be coming to see us in about an hour. When they rang the bell, I said, “that must be Sam and Betty. I’ll get the door." My husband said, “No." Hubby had a stroke five years ago and has vascular dementia with FTD. He says “no” first about almost everything and is usually very serious about not wanting visitors. I opened the door and directed our guests into the room where hubby was sitting up in bed. To my surprise, he greeted them by name, looked at the pictures they showed him and named some of the people in them, followed the conversation about family and old times with an occasional um hum and nods of his head. He even explained to me that fifty some years ago, when we visited Michigan City, on Lake Michigan, we were not in the state of Michigan but Indiana. (I’ve have had it wrong all these years.)

It is hard to explain what a big deal this is to those who don’t have a loved one who is living with this degree of language loss. Let me tell you, it’s HUGE! I said to my son later, “Your dad talked his butt off today."