I was poised to do a long rant about how I suffer from CRS, Can’t Remember S_ _ _. My friends and I try to get through a conversation without grasping to remember the names of people, places, and things. I began to worry that it was just me, but I realized we all have the same forgetfulness syndrome called “getting older.” Our songs: “Where did I put…,” “What day did I tell you…” “Oh, Lort! Here comes somebody I should know and I cannot remember his name…Don’t be mad if I don’t introduce you to him.” I must have at least 4 items of clothing and one pair of earrings I really miss that have disappeared into the cosmos. My memory will not let me retrieve them. Well, I think they really did disappear, or my grandsons did away with them. (It’s nice to have grandsons to blame).
As I was preparing to blog, I saw a 60 Minutes segment on Front Temporal Dementia, FTD. I had to ‘stop, drop, and roll’ into compassion for those who are in the midst of this early form of dementia that disables the life of every family member. (Of course, I also Googled to make sure I didn’t have the symptoms that described FTD.) You know we need to stay away from medical Googling.
This form of dementia is caused by degeneration of the frontal and/or temporal lobes of the brain and generally affects people below 60. However, that female minister profiled on 60 Minutes was as Senior as me, and like her, I’m a minister ! For more insight on FTD, here’s the link for the youtube 60 Minutes episode, but I just wanted us all to be aware of the nuances of any condition that could diminish our cognitive or physical skills. I know there are many of us that are caring for loved ones with impaired abilities. My compassion also extends to you.
I did not intend to get serious, but we ain’t got time for no mess. So when your friends or family say, “Girl, you need to see a doctor.” Go. When you feel something ain’t right, trust your instincts; dig until you find out what is happening. Oh, and check on your elderly girlfriends and neighbors. Who hears me? Can I get an Amen?
I used to throw away those AARP periodicals, but now I browse them for information regarding health and well-being. No shame in my game; I want to be here in a healthy way, and I want you right here with me. We may drop names forgotten, but we pick each other up, no joke.
While wading through any illness, we stay within the knowing that darkness cannot diminish the light. It is always present. We see it in expected and unexpected ways. We remember to give thanks for each breath, and we also affirm our divine health by doing what keeps us that way.
“Love has the final word.”-Ricki Byars
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