Ticket to Freedom In The World of Dementia
December 29, 2010 by Holly
When my husband, Dave, was initially diagnosed with Frontotemporal dementia 4 years ago, I wondered if I would ever feel free again. Last December Dave must have wondered the same thing when he handed in his driver’s license. His truck, and the privilege of driving, was his ticket to freedom. Or so I thought. [Read The Full Article] Read More →
Early Christmas Birthday Present
December 22, 2010 by Holly
I love this time of year. The hustle, the bustle but mainly spending time with our family playing board games, snowshoeing, snacking on cheese ball & crackers and sipping wine by candlelight. This is also the time of year when I take off my ‘business’ clothes and pull out my fun-wear. So starting this afternoon, I am putting away my pen & paper and my daughter, Amy and I are making sugar cookies and nuts & bolts.
But before starting my holidays I want to share the best Christmas &...
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Pollyanna?
December 13, 2010 by Holly
Last week I had an interesting interview with a National magazine reporter, Janet, about caregiving. She wanted to find a baby boomer caregiver who loves what they do. After answering questions on how my life (and our family) has changed and what’s so good about it, she made a comment that I have wondered a few times myself. She said she has heard these type of comments before and wondered whether people will think I am being a Pollyanna.
I told her that I have questioned myself when friends ask...
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Waking up to my Reality Makes it Easier to Live with Dementia
December 1, 2010 by Holly
The loneliest years of my life were the first 18 months after my husband, Dave was diagnosed with Frontotemporal dementia. We were both in our 50s and dementia isn’t supposed to happen to couples our age. I didn’t know how to deal with it, where to go, or what to do.
Many of my friends reassured me that I was strong enough to handle it. When I found myself crying in my office or out on a walk, I beat myself up because I’m supposed to be strong. You see-I grew up being told that crying is for...
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