Accepting Death While Facing My Fear
My greatest fear during this journey Richard and I have traveled is that he would forget who I am and become angry, noncooperative or combative. As we travel closer to the end, he is forgetting me more and more. The other day he was so angry that I "a stranger" tried to kiss him and give him his medications. He knew who our caregiver was but wouldn't take medicine from her either because it wasn't legitimate. He has also said and done things to push me away when he knew who I was. Last week when... Sign in to see full entry.