The Roller Coaster

 When Bob was first diagnosed with Dementia our days were pretty average.  Lapses in memory were our biggest issue and at the time they seemed bad, and I constantly worried about him and our future. As time marches on you have good days- you have bad days- and you have horrible days.
Memory lapses now seem like such a minor thing. Bob's memory lapses have been replaced by a constant state of confusion, agitation and sadness. Good days are few and far between. It was like it happened within just a few weeks. You get used to one stage and you settle into your new average. As soon as you have gotten used to this new stage--the next one starts rearing its ugly head--Its a nasty cold roller coaster ride-- and I want off. Pretty sure I didnt buy a ticket. Pretty sure Bob didnt either-
I hate this disease.