A friend took me to task for writing a blog about my husband. She felt it invades his privacy. Instead, she suggested that I write about myself. I spent a lot of time reflecting on this…questioning what I’m doing, asking myself if I am, in fact, invading the privacy of a very private person. Should I stop writing?
But he will not know about this blog. When I started writing, I did it to inform family and friends because when they called, I couldn’t discuss his condition in front of him. “We’re just sitting here together on the sofa,” I’d say knowingly, and they would understand that I couldn’t talk.
Here, I can tell stories that show what is happening in our lives.
But I have concluded that this blog also achieves a different purpose. It not only informs our friends and families, making it so much easier to answer the question, “How is he?” but it also helps us understand the progression of the disease, how it gradually robs him of judgment, memory and life.
And at the same time, I feel that if I can help just one person who is going through this awful hell, I have done something good. Having a loved one with Alzheimer’s is an incredibly lonely life. I’ve been very gratified over the six years to hear from a number of strangers that they find my blog comforting. This has made it worth writing.