My wife lost her memory two years ago. My son and I took her to the neurologist, but when the doctor asked her to say if she felt safe at home, she looked at our son with terror, reached into her purse, and pulled out a crumpled note that left me breathless: “Do not trust him.”
But she always recognized my voice. That was what I repeated to myself when fear tried to settle into my bones. Linda could forget where the bathroom was, she could …
My wife lost her memory two years ago. My son and I took her to the neurologist, but when the doctor asked her to say if she felt safe at home, she looked at our son with terror, reached into her purse, and pulled out a crumpled note that left me breathless: “Do not trust him.” Read More