A planned trip interrupted by Alzheimer’s.
Each day this type of dementia my husband is fighting brings new insights and revelations. Since receiving an invitation to a wedding celebration in Des Moines, Iowa I had tried to discover if my husband could weather the trip. From riding in the car for a bit of a distance, I wasn’t too sure he would be okay. He was so sure he would and on Thursday I decided we would try the 1,000 mile trip as he awoke in a good mood and seemed near normal. The bags had been packed for two days in anticipation, and although we left later than I wanted, we made about 700 miles in 12 hours. They weren’t comfortable hours, with questions every few minutes as to where we were headed and why. Same question, same answer. We found a motel in Joliet Illinois and settled in for the night. But, alas, neither of us got much sleep. He was too disoriented and I was bordering total dismay. What would 5 more hours driving and four more nights in motels bring? The answer wasn’t good. Solution: return home.
We returned home at 12:30 a.m. Both of us were exhausted. He was extremely disoriented and I was frustrated, but I learned a crucial lesson. An Alzheimer’s patient needs the stability of familiar surroundings. I don’t think we’ll be taking trips in the near future.