I am spending the day with Bobby. I made banana pudding
and I hope he will be able to eat some of it. This last
ditch chemo is a real bummer. I wish he would just chuck
it and try to enjoy the time he has left. Ted is a little
sulky about my being over there but he just has to get
over it. When Bobby has hospice, I will be there every day
unless there is an emergency. Then, my sister, Bobby's
step mother and my friends will fill in for me. Fortunately, Ted is fairly cognizant and can stay home
alone. He just loses things.

Yesterday, he told me all of his tools were stolen. He
would not listen to reason. The house is locked, the
alarm is set and nothing else is gone. I found them in
his tool box. He is now supposed to write down where he
puts his things. He is also keeping a diary of the progress of his disease. It is pitiful and illegible.
I have a lot of empathy for his plight. We went through
this with his mother and he recognizes the progress of
his dementia, as do I.

I dreamed last night that I was still young and shapely
and wandering around in a bright purple bathing suit.
My dream ended and I awoke to reality.