Washington
DC
I spent an evening at Joseph’s House last evening. I occasionally visit for the Friday evening
meal, which is open to guests. Last
night as we ate, I was seated close to two Ethiopian refugees who’d come to the
house in the past few months. One I had
talked to several times in the past months, but I could remember almost nothing
of our conversations, even his name. As
he described a talk we'd had a year or two ago about the possibility of living
with us, I could only vaguely remember it. Clearly I’d been a somewhat important person
to him … and I could remember little of
it.
It’s really embarrassing. These several times we’d met, I’d been
surprised by his instant welcome and warmth toward me. After the first time or two, I knew each time
that I had met him but not the contexts.
It wasn’t appropriate in that situation to tell him about my
Alzheimer’s, but I worried that he’d felt slighted when I didn’t recognize him
for the fourth or fifth time.
The same thing happened with the other Ethiopian, a
women that I can now vaguely remember meeting and talking with at our church’s
Thanksgiving dinner. She too was
friendlier than a stranger would be, and as we shook hands, she recognized that
I didn’t remember her and mentioned it.
I apologized, but again I felt really embarrassed.
This is just the beginning of many such meetings. A part of me wishes the disease would
progress faster so that my condition would be more obvious and I less
embarrassed. (Well, ok, it’s a really,
really small part of me that wishes for a faster progression.)
My memory is increasingly being shredded; there large
holes through which more and more is falling.
My symptoms are becoming more noticeable, and I’m glad that I will be
sharing with my entire community at Eighth
Day tomorrow and beginning to publish all these blog entries as a memoir in a week or two.
David - A friend referred me to your blog this morning, and I plan to read every post. What you have done is courageous and inspiring - and I particularly appreciate your writing because my father, who is near your age, also has Alzheimer's. Maybe your blog will help me better understand what he is going through. I wish you all the best and will check back here often.
ReplyDeleteThe primary purpose of my writing is to help all of us understand what people with Alzheimer's and their caregivers are going through.
DeleteThanks for your comment.
David