Give A Guy a Break

Poor Hubby can't catch an emotional break lately.

In as many days he has received sad news about 2  friends passing away.

Processing the first one has been very difficult for Hubby.
He is lost in the house and unsure of where he was most of the time.
He asks me what day it is more than once and became obsessed that we should attend the funeral.

Hubby had a nurse procedure scheduled to have his ears cleaned out.
His hearing difficulties have increased so I made an appointment to have them looked at.
As it turned out Hubby had no wax build up that was preventing his hearing loss.
We were both disappointed by this information.
Hubby believes he is going deaf and I am sticking to my original thoughts which are the Lewy bodies are the reason that Hubby has hearing problems, less hearing and more word comprehension.
There are times Hubby can hear perfectly fine and others that words need to be repeated, more than once, or twice, or explained.
Then there are the times that Hubby believes I said one thing and repeats what he thinks he hears, utter nonsense, that much of the time leaves me in laughter after I move past the frustration.

On the way home I asked Hubby if he wanted to stop and have lunch.
He said "No" so I headed for home.
When we were just a very few miles from home Hubby asked me if we were going to stop for lunch.
SO I made a turn and headed back to our favorite family restaurant.
While we were there we ran into some friends who informed us about the passing of another.

UGH! Poor Hubby

Since then Hubby has taken an even farther downslide in cognition.
We are back to him asking me if I live here and if this is my house.
Where we are and when are we leaving.
Did the VA hire me to take care of him etc etc.
One day he asked me what day it was so many times that I wrote it down on a piece of paper and held it up at him when he asked again. :)

There are just too many brain connections misfiring to allow Hubby any processing the deaths of his friends.
This has left him in a whole other world I'm not part of. At least he isn't fearful or anxious.

Hubby still insisted that we do something for the funeral.
I ordered flowers and sent condolence notes.

We've attended many funerals of family and friends, over the course of our marriage.
We understand and accept that dying is a part of the life cycle and sometimes the cycle ends too soon and or unexpectedly. Normally we would have attended the service.
In my heart though, I knew that Hubby's attendance would be too difficult for him.
If just the news caused this much confusion I could only imagine how Hubby would react the raw emotions of the deceased loved ones.
How long would Hubby be in the decline and would there even be a bounce back like there can be in Lewy Body patients?
The risk of attendance seemed high to me and I wanted more than anything to avoid the  sadness and the service only for Hubby's sake.
We even talked about how difficult I thought it would be and the downturn Hubby already had, although he didn't realize it too much.
I knew I needed to make an executive decision.
One that would leave me a dictator and more than likely enemy number one.
I was pretty keyed up about it.

The night before I stayed up with Hubby extra late.
He asked me what we needed to do in the morning.
I just responded that we didn't need to do anything and I changed the subject and Hubby followed.
The evening ended and I prayed really hard to just let us sleep late.
Prayer answered but I still woke early enough.
I prayed more that Hubby would sleep for a while and possibly through the morning service.
This would allow me to stay in his good graces by not making such a hard decision and insisting we would not go.
Hubby did sleep through the service and through lunch.
Youngest daughter called to say she and youngest grandson were coming for a visit. YAY!
I told her about her Daddy and how I prayed he would sleep and at that moment he still was.

She mentioned that perhaps I prayed so hard I prayed him into a coma.
I busted out laughing!
Tension release right when I needed it but I have NO idea where she gets her sense of humor ;-)

Hubby slept through most of her visit and he woke just before she left for home.
He asked me if we missed the funeral, I said yes.
Hubby was upset with himself for sleeping so late.
I just said that it was okay since Hubby wasn't feeling very well anyway.
He agreed.

Tonight he is still as confused as ever.
I don't know how long this will last or if it will end.
Dementia, it is what it is and we'll just do the best we can as the days come