Tomorrow will be Boris’s birthday. He’ll be 76 — still the same guy I married when he was 28.
And today I had my old friend back all day. Oh, he repeated some questions and left the garage door open, but he was energetic and enthusiastic. Late this afternoon instead of going to bed for a nap, he went to Atlantic City while I went to teach my classes.
When we both came home tonight, I could almost forget his problem. He was joking and so energetic as he gave me some of his casino earnings, then went to the kitchen and fixed himself a sandwich and ice cream before going up to shower. I stood behind him in the kitchen and pretended everything is like old times. It felt so familiar. Later, he called down to say goodnight … something he often forgets to do these days.
This morning he had his annual physical and I went along. When our doctor asked him how he’s doing, he said, “I’m good, nothing to complain about. My memory’s slipping but..”
“But Nancy’s your memory, right?” Dr. Runfola said with a smile. Boris agreed. We laughed and Jim and I looked at one another knowingly.
I’m convinced that Bo has no idea how bad his memory really is. Maybe it’s a gift.
He lost ten pounds at the beginning of the summer, his pants nearly falling down if he took a deep breath, but he’s stayed stable since July. He’s eating more ice cream and desserts, although his meal servings tend to be smaller; I catch him eating a lot of snacks. Since he quit taking Lipitor three years ago, his cholesterol is “the highest it’s every been,” to quote Dr. R. I’m guilty for making rich desserts and being sure there are things he enjoys. But why not?
Tomorrow morning we’ll wake up and I’ll say, “Happy Birthday!” I’m so hoping it’ll be another good day for him all day. The weather report is for rain, and that often has a bad effect; the dark and dreary days seem to sap his strength. On sunny days he has the yard work and walking on the golf course to fill the time. I’ve been told this is the way of Alzheimer’s.
I hope he enjoys the day. His present will be new slacks a size smaller so they don’t fall down. And I’ll bake cream puffs.