Freddogg Off The Chain

Dementia is not funny but what if it is? Dementia is such a cruel decaying disorder and it’s even more outrageous when it befalls brilliant people who lived a life of accomplishment and now can’t remember the difference between the battles in Bosnia and the Falkland Islands and neither can most of us but we never knew the difference in the first place.
Carol Thatcher has written a memoir about the mental decline of her famous mother the former prime minister of England Margaret Thatcher subtitled ‘The Iron Lady is Unplugged” actually the title has something to with living in a Goldfish Bowl swimming in tap water.
It has been reported that 1 in 3 people who live past 65 will die with dementia and I’m starting to think it is nature’s defense mechanism like “you don’t know where your going if you don’t know where you’ve been 30 seconds ago.”
This is what kept me up at night after reading of the Iron Lady’s condition. Her daughter said that Mom-or is Mum the word- has to be reminded that her husband of 50 years Denis passed away in 2003 and so everyday is “I have bad news for you Daddy is Dead Day.”
What ever happened to lying to protect mommy. We all grow up doing it-that pipe ain’t mine- then later in the interest of honesty we eat oatmeal for breakfast and answer mom, ’Daddy won’t be joining us because he is dead just like yesterday, today and tomorrow.”
Why not lie? “Where’s Daddy?” “Camping in Bosnia”
“Where’s Daddy?” “Daddy who?”
“Where Daddy” “Ran away with row house lady across the way”

Seriously, whatever, anything is better than “Look if you don’t see him here and until you see him here he is most certainly still dead. Now can we please move on to other questions?”

Everyone repeats themselves, forgets things and thinks they have chronic fatigue syndrome. I don’t need to be reminded “You ate 7 cookies five minutes ago you don’t need to do it again!”

Freddogg: If it looks like a moon---I am barking!