A bad day

Yesterday was a bad day. Most of the day Kay knew her mind was not working right. Or she would ask is something wrong.  At first I thought she was asking me if something was wrong with me.  But she was asking about herself.  Several times she asked me what was wrong with her. But what could I say?  Several times I have just told her her memory was bad.  That didn't seem to raise any problems   It is for that reason I feel it is an answer I can give without giving her mind something it can not handle. I don't know if she continues to feel bad because of it or if it makes any difference at all.  But she can still think to a certain extent. Just hope you don't have to confront this condition.  At least in other diseases you die fairly soon.  Any of these where you don't I think can be worse. All of us in this condition have a desire to take care of your loved one and know that no one else can do as well as you do.  Don Brown felt that way but in the end didn't make any difference.  He died anyway. He could do nothing about it so try not to worry.  Easy for you to say huh? So the best thing is to try not to worry about if you die suddenly it wont make any difference what you think.  But while we are here we want to do what others do have the ability to do..  At least we think that way.  Anyone else who At least we try to keep them from suffering from ailments only you know about. 

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