The dementia diagnosis came in 2014 but before that was the Mild Cognitive Impairment (MCI) determination in 2012. I am an idiot that I did not then realize that MCI merely was the prelude to dementia. And I was not so warned by the three MDs who participated in the day-and-a-half long evaluation of MCI. Did I say idiot? Oh, yes, majorly, both the docs and I.
It was a perfect personal storm. At the time I realized I would have to arrange full-time care for Jim, I was diagnosed with rampant lupus and very ill. So I resigned a job I loved. I still am pissed off about that. But that's how it turned out and it does not now matter how incovenient it was for me. I am in my last days with a semi-coherent Jim who yet remembers who I am. Most nights begore we bed down together, Jim says to me, "Are you my Kathy?" I avow to him I am indeed his Kathy and that he is my Jim. And that is how we go along day to day, night to night whilst still we know one another.
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