Numerology and Dementia

Always on a hunt to explore new things I have become interested in numerology. Today I got an email inviting me to explore the meanings of my numbers in relationship to my life path. (It's very simple: you take your birthday of month, day, and year. Total all the numbers and then reduce. For example: 5-27-1909 would be 5+27 = 32 0r 3+2 + 5; 1+9+10 plus as 9 = 19. 1+9 = 10 reduces to 1. Then that 1 gets added to the 5 to be a life number of 6.)

Anyway, I did mine, and came up with number 5, and began to read how adventurous I am and how I embrace change and enjoy visiting different places and cultures. I thought "this is nonsense" I am nothing like that. Until I realized that I simply can't add anymore and redid my numbers to the number 4! Yes, spot on, exactly me: practical, disciplined, hardworking, with a strong sense of responsibility. I am very organized and reliable and very resistant to change. (I was also warned not to become too controlling or rigid in relationships, HAHA!)

Anyone who knows me knows that's exactly who I am. My ex mother-in-law, with whom I am still close, was amazed at my sudden decision to move to Texas. She didn't think I had it in me. Well, Alzheimer's has made me a bit more prone to making quicker decisions as I am aware of the time limits that are now imposed on me. 

Does it really mean anything? Who knows. It does give me another area to learn more about and explore (from within the confines of my safe home. No venturing out to places unknown with people who don't speak my language and eat weird foods!).

You don't have to wait for a diagnosis of anything that tells you your life expectancy has suddenly got a timeline. Have fun learning new things. I'm having a delightful time playing with all of this, new to me, world of the occult. (Occult means "beyond understanding". It does NOT mean devil worship...geez!)

On a lighter note:

Spring. Hoping for peaches that we can eat before the wasps get to them.

A New Doctor - Alzheimer's Blog

One of the most annoying thing is having medical professionals argue that you certainly don't have Alzheimer's even though I went through extensive testing with a neurologist. Fortunately, hubby and I decided to change primary care physicians to a local doctor and he actually accepted the diagnosis. He did say that it was not anything he could have noticed but listened carefully as my husband assured him that you just have to live with me to see the decline. It is a slow decline, thankfully, but one that both he and I are painfully aware of. 

I know there are some kinds of dementia that has a very fast decline. There are some kinds that cause all sorts of physical ailments as well. If one has to have it, the kind I have is the kind to get. Not that anyone has a choice though. 

I'm preparing for a trip out of state soon to visit with my grown children and grandchildren. I was able to set up the flight this time by myself without any issues at all. Yesterday I even got a call about what services I might need and would up spending the next half hour chatting with the agent about her aunt who has early onset Alzheimer's and became non-verbal very quickly. I am grateful that I could give her some good advice and made her smile a bit alone the way. It is a harder journey for the loved ones I suppose than the person dealing with the disease. 

Spring is beginning and my garden, small as it will be, is ready for planting. I don't think I ever really wanted to have a garden but hubby, smart as he is at knowing that people with cognitive decline need things that force them into activity daily. Not that I ever run out of things to do already with dogs, cats, birds, chickens, sheep, a husband and a house to care for.

Several days ago one of our friends was hospitalized and was clinically dead for over 25 minutes. They were able to resuscitate her, but they told her husband that since she was gone for so long and had no response to any stimuli at all that she would never go home. He was already getting ready to pull the plug when yesterday she awoke and actually knew who he was. You just never know.

On a lighter note: 

Here's our pear tree welcoming spring.