My husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease two years ago. He has the late-onset kind, which has been developing slowly. As he’s been going through changes in status recently, we’ve felt the heat of trial. Uncharted territories lie ahead of us.
Of course, Christians never freak out. Or do they? I do sometimes. I need only cry out for the Lord like Peter did, as the waters he walked on grabbed him. Jesus rescued Peter, as He does all of us.
I’m fortunate to be much younger than my hubby. This advantage provides me with more physical and mental stamina to deal with challenges. While there have been periods of real distress, most of the time, my husband copes well. A sense of humor helps me take things in stride. He has said to me casually on a few occasions, “What did you say your name was?” I smiled and told him my name each time and that I’ve been his wife for nearly fifteen years. I love how polite he has been in spite of the thought probably crossing his mind that I might not be telling the truth.
I am fortunate that my husband is a kind man, and Alzheimer’s has not robbed him of this trait. Fear, distrust, anxiety, confusion, and disorientation all may cause a patient to act out in aggression. I don’t know if carefully treating my husband with love and respect will prevent this from happening, but I’m trying my best to provide him a calm and reassuring environment. Since I’m not perfect, he may find my best efforts less than optimal. We both need mercy and grace.
If you have suggestions on how to make life easier for an Alzheimer’s patient, please, feel free to share. Blessings to you all…