dixie_belle
Well-Known Member
Since we had to sell our farm and move, I haven't posted much, I just lurk and read some of the posts. We have been desperately seeking some proper diagnosis for my husband. Finally, after MRI's and EEG's and tons of tests (and a steady decline in his cognitive abilities) we have the results. He has dementia. I can't say I was surprised, because I'm not. I have taken away his driving about two years ago. And I took away the checkbook, too (don't ask). Pretty much he lays on the sofa and watches TV. Does he talk to me? No Does he respond when I ask him a question? No Is it like being married to my 4 year old grandfather? Yes And, even with all this new medication that he is on, he will never improve from what he is now. Oh we may be able to slow the advance of the disease, but never improve on it. And so, I babysit him and work on quilts. This is NOT how I had pictured my retirement. And, on top of all that worry, I have to worry that Trump will take away my health care, or make it so expensive that I simply cannot afford it. (Got that whole pre-existing breast cancer thing going on). And, while my husband knows that for the rest of his life I will be here to care for him and see to all of his needs....I can see that I will not be able to say the same thing. My kids are 800 miles away. I have no support group here to turn to.
Do I sound depressed? Yes I know that I am. I need to see a counselor but I am afraid to use my mental health insurance because I don't want it to register as a pre-existing condition in the future.
Oh well, it is what it is.
Do I sound depressed? Yes I know that I am. I need to see a counselor but I am afraid to use my mental health insurance because I don't want it to register as a pre-existing condition in the future.
Oh well, it is what it is.