There were definite signs to me that there was something happening. Little things that just couldn’t be put down to being forgetful. I’d look at things and not know what they were for. I couldn’t remember their purpose. I found words were gone. I actually realised I was acting things out. Asking “would you get me the…”. I wouldn’t be able to think of the word. It had completely disappeared. That was a tough, lonely place to be.
I’m not going to let it get me down. I’m giving Alzheimer’s a good run for its money. It’s a disease. It’s not what defines me. It’s not all there is to me. I’m still me.
I’m teaching myself to laugh about it. You have to laugh and you can laugh about the little things. It was a huge relief to finally get it out there and talk about it. Talk with family, friends and The Alzheimer Society of Ireland. If I do something silly, or say something silly, it makes sense now. I focus on what I have today. Today is too important.