For 4 years I have won the battle with FTD (Frontotemporal Dementia) and, all things considered, including all the potential threats, I’ve had a good four years.
But lately, Papa, I am afraid. Not like when I had spiders coming out of the ceiling light, or thought so. Not like ‘how will I live now that I am fired?’. No. It’s something new. Something ‘different’.
My friend came over last night. It was a great day, and even better with her here. I know we had something pass in conversation that was exciting to us both. We even continued on the phone later. And today, it’s all gone.
I was hungry all morning, but I didn’t want to use up the meat loaf my friend brought over (so delish!). And so I stayed in bed, entertaining my new, persistent migraines but unable to get up and just eat something. A piece of toast, a slice of cheese. But I was confused, caught up in the meat loaf.
My daughter & I were going to see our friend, Troy, in a play at Central Michigan University tonight. I was totally up and revved to go. Yesterday. Today I was weeping, practically begging my daughter to not come over. But Bep came by, bringing some groceries. And when I met her in the kitchen, starving, I looked at my stove. There was some kind of cabbage concoction with the meat loaf. The meat loaf! MY meat loaf!
I looked at my daughter, who was puzzled when I broke into tears. “I don’t remember making this.” It was still warm. The aroma heavy in the air.
This isn’t the first time. But it’s gotten me fearful. Not of dying, but how quickly things could turn, and I disconnect. Altogether.
Papa? It’s me, or what’s left of me, Vicki
Vicki when you can I would like that recipe for meat loaf ( I had some in Australia years ago but don’t know how to make it).
It was good you had such a happy day with your friend. Hope more of those days come your way than the other kind.
Hugs and love Freda xoxo
Freda, I will get her recipe for you next time she comes over. Her’s was, well… delish! Love you, always. V
Thanks so much Vicki.Love you always F
Small typo, Doc. “including all potentialthreats…” I haven’t died, yet!
a typo on the typo alert… Lord, have mercy
Typos all fixed up. Thank you for sharing the good day & the bad day with us. Hugs!
I have a pan of home made lasagna. May I bring it over?
Omg!!! Yes! Wish I’d seen this before today!