Today I turned 67. I am happy to be here, warts and all. If I had my druthers I suppose I could blow out the birthday candles and wish not to have MS. However, my mind is still intact. My husband's mind is becoming more confused. So, today, I wish that he would be better. If that is not possible, realistically, then I again hope his future is a bit brighter because science now offers treatment for Alzheimers.
I have a neighbor whose husband passed away a year or so ago from complications of Alzheimers and her life was soooooo chaotic. I overheard a comment from a mutual friend: "If Jack knew how he was treating his wife he would have shot himself."
I believe she misses him terribly. I believe she only saw the good in Jack. That, is the power of human flexibility. We don't, for the most part, remember the bad times.
I fervently hope that my husband and I don't part in chaos. Maybe science and new drugs will save us that embarassment.
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