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I called the Dr's office first thing yesterday morning. Within 2 hours, they located Dr A and he called me personally. That's the kind of Dr he is. I am so thankful that he is not the kind of Dr that will just hand out drugs and not care. Even though our outcome is grim, he still cares.
After telling him what had happened (Another post, another day, still too scary to put into words), he wants to see him on Monday. They worked us in. He also said it was time for anti-psychotic to be given.
As we were talking, he told me that by Fall, we may have to look into putting him into a nursing facility. I knew that was coming. I said, "Do you think he will still be around by Fall?" Dr was silent for a moment and said, "Honey, I don't know".
There. It's out there. He may not live past the summer.
I told him after researching, I believe he has a form of what's called Sundowners, associated with Alzheimer's. He chuckled and said, "You are a very smart woman. As I listened to you talk, I am thinking the same thing." He said with it getting dark later and later, it may ease some of his symptoms. However, I told him, these night terrors occur in the middle of the night.
I picked up the anti-psychotic med in the afternoon. He took it last night and slept like a baby. The tremors and jerking seemed less as well.
Me? I slept with one eye opened.
I am still depressed this morning. Still tired. I am coming to a cross road. I have to make a decision within 6 months. To place or not to place? Not an easy decision. I want to do the right thing. I want husband to die with dignity. I want him to be cared for the way I care for him.
My mother always said, "Time will take care of itself."
Our God says, "Do not worry or fret, for time will take care of itself."
So, instead of worrying and fretting, I will let time take care of itself. Not so easy, but, if God says it and my mom says it, I guess it is so.