Sometimes Her Huntington’s Disease Shuts Down My Ability to Write

My brain is full of thoughts I’d like to develop into blog posts. Likewise, a fellow historian honored me with a request to provide him with a critical reading of a paper before he presents it next week before our colleagues in Collegium. My sister-in-law-once-removed has just published a book that’s sitting beside my favorite chair…

But last week an unrelated fever weakened my wife and sent her spinning into a series of falls that resulted in a small brain bleed. It stabilized quickly, but we’re settled into a rehab hospital for what looks like two weeks of rehab. Already we’ve had to buy a new bed (it’s been an expensive month for furniture: her falls broke a couple of chairs, too) and she will probably be using a walker again, likely for good. We’ve been  cuddled into a single hospital bed, drawing strength from closeness and love.

But I’m lucky. My inability to focus on writing doesn’t mean my whole world has shrunk. I get to walk around the hospital without supervision — which she does not — and can even jump in my car every afternoon to go home and visit our cat, ferry things back and forth as needed daily. I still luxuriate in the second floor claw foot tub she will never even see again. Caregiving is never as bad as being the person who needs it.

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