Category: Travel Truths
Not There Yet
This is a common refrain. A caregiver asks Dr. Cate for dementia guidance. I answer a specific question and then outline strategic plans they may want to consider. The response is always “We are not there yet.” The question to ask yourself is “where is there?” When your relationship is enough overwhelmed with brain change to ask for help—where are you? As a caregiver myself, I hear myself saying “not there yet”. This is an answer that comes from my desire to be anywhere but here—and my fear of there. It is my fear of financial struggle, and my fear…
Independence without Direction
My trip to MD is always a highlight of my month, but this one was particularly interesting due to a phone collapse. Bricked is the tech term. It was evident first by the android image on its back with a belly flap open and legos showing through. Then Nidric from Google support confirmed, yep, brick. So my marketing efforts got interesting. Even visiting family got interesting. So much so that I thought it called for a blog. I grew up in MD, have lived in FL for 15 years but have been a frequent visitor because of family and now…
Anticipation & Presence
Having just returned from a whirlwind trip to Tampa, we are now preparing for a week in MD followed by two weeks in Spain. Each trip is full of family and memory making presence. Looking back I remember the same anticipation as a young family with selective purchasing, wrapping, preparing. Today we purchase plane tickets, we pack, we prepare in different ways. But the common ground is anticipation. Presents for the family are now translated into presence with the family. This season is a wonderful gathering point, regardless of what holiday you are celebrating. It is a time of decreased…
Denial and Isolation
Well, I humbly come to you no longer from the sidelines but from the field. Dr. Cate, Dementia Coach has been forced to put on a helmet and uniform. Yet even as I write this I question if indeed I am exaggerating. Just because my spouse has said for the past three years that he is having processing problems. Just because he emits off the scale anxiety around any new process, including opening a new piece of equipment . . . I do not have a diagnosis. Maybe it is all in our heads. Maybe he is just crying wolf…
Sorting Shells
As I sat in the plane flying back to our boat, I thought back on the last five days. Five days spent at the Homestead with my youngest daughter and son-in-law prepping for my first grandchild. It had been a great visit, as they always are. I reviewed the time, much like a shell collector, sorting the best, turning them to see each facet and marvel at their beauty, rejecting the damaged or incomplete. Classifying memories. It occurred to me how universal this process is. Probably each individual on the plane was going through the same process in some manner. …