So we were chatting and all of a sudden he transitioned from his normal speech with occasional word-finding troubles to pure word salad
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We went through something similar with my Abuela. (Severe hypoglycemia, not neuro. Her glucose level was a 7 when they got her into the ambulance.) After having to watch them vanish by inches, it can almost feel like twisting the knife in the wound. I don't actually have any good words for how to handle it. I just muddled through and carved space out for myself to cry when necessary. But I can offer hugs, and you'll muddle through too.
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We've been at this ever since Mom died two years ago. I forget what real life is like.
Maybe this is it.
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