Humor during Alzheimer’s

 Photo by Rebecca

Alzheimer’s

In October 2019, my husband of 51 years died of Alzheimer’s Disease. It was a precious 12 years from the moment he was diagnosed to the day he died. We shared that experience. The early Alzheimer’s years were a bit comedic at times. His sense of humor sustained both of us.

He chose to transition by not eating, and we chose to honor his thinking. He was a smart guy and knew the outcome; he wanted to terminate his life when first diagnosed and prevent the final years,  crappy years from happening for me. I said NO!  I wanted every minute.

I’m grateful for his decision and thankful for the 12 years we had. Because Charlie and Trudy, mentioned in an earlier post, had an enviable marriage, I did to. Were the last two years of his life as awful as described by many others? Yes!!! And, he was home alone with me, except for a two-morning-a-week helper. His last day at home he was still playing peek-a-boo behind a pillow.   Grateful for every moment.