There was an immediate flood of concern and assistance. There was rallying and a circling of the wagons. Then eventually, we settled back into the same routine with occasional visits from family and friends and the opportunity for WB to go and visit family in their homes ~
The paperwork was mailed off today and my fingers are crossed in hopes that he (or I) get the approval for respite care. Its really just another workaround. Working around WB and what we can do to help us help him without creating too much drama. Trying to make it easy, trying to slip it in without too much commotion. Will he sit with some unknown person for 8 hours so that I can run away once a week? Its a test, for sure. Generally when I'm away for just a few hours, I find him sitting in the garage waiting for me to pull the car in.
Now with a new social media account, WB sits with me at the computer with a purpose. He enjoys getting the occasional message from school chums who remember him. They tell the best stories and I answer back what he remembers. It is uncanny how sharp his memory still is dating back to the 1940's and 1950's.....just don't ask him to get a diet coke from the fridge downstairs as it may take him 3 tries to get it. Fifty years, no problem. Five minutes, big problem. Classic Alzheimer's, stealing his brain like a thief in the night, one plaque at a time.
Trying to communicate WB's needs is exhausting as they change daily. We still have good days, we still have great days and some days are so 'off the wall' it is impossible to describe, so we rarely try. Totally subjective perhaps? "Read the blog", we say.
Surrender. We are taking WB back to the beach.