The Adorable Forgetful
This is an entry I wrote back when I started the Chronicles. I’ve re-written it here a a follow up to my previous post.
There are two types of demented elderly (of course there are many types of dementia, but for the sake of argument, let’s keep this simple). There is the angry demented and then there’s the pleasant kind. The angry demented upset everyone. Family never visits, no one calls, the home health aids are constantly changing.
The other is always smiling, even during codes, even during their own code. I love them. It's a blessing to be happily forgetful, constantly. They don't even know how much they don't know or how slow they've become or how incontinant. We love them because they make us feel like we're helping, even when we're not.
The truth is that I've resigned myself to a future of Alzheimer's. My memory is horribly bad and if I don't get it then we can junk the whole disease-progression theory.
I just hope to be Pleasantly Demented.