Mocha Flavored Irony

As I was getting Carl settled this morning, on the couch in the livingroom, with his breakfast Cheereos, coffee, and newspaper, I thought about the several times, in our 33 years together, when he would playfully suggest that I make his coffee – or that I get him some fresh coffee – or whatever other amusing idea popped into his head.

I always declined. Completely apart from the fact that the suggestion was playful, I was wary of getting into that sort of pattern – with coffee – or with any other routine need.

The bitter sweet, ironic agony is that’s exactly what I’m doing today.

Psychologist, Neurologist, Management, Research

It’s been a rough road, so far. I fear we’re not even close to finished with rough – and then surely there will be even worse.

It’s fairly obvious that someone dealing with cognitive issues is going to be talking to doctors – to understand what they are dealing with – to find out if there’s a way to fix the problem. Or to find out how to make the best of the situation, if it can’t be fixed.