My Uncle Tim just sent me this link to a NY Times article, Diminishing Returns, written by a woman whose husband has Primary Progressive Aphasia, a form of Frontotemporal Dementia.
I could relate so well to nearly everything she said and all that they’re going through. It’s always nice to know I’m not alone in what I’ve experienced (and continue to experience), but it’s sad to know others are going through similar heartaches, especially others with children still at home like me.
I was thinking about you guys yesterday and praying for you. I’ll have to read the article later but thanks in advance for the link.
hey. just stopping by to see how you are.
leaving a smile in case you need one.
kïrstin♫
Thanks for sharing this article. Being able to cry for you (not pity) is something I’m thankful for. First, because, although my situation is quite different, I see that the suffering I have been walking through helps me comprehend some of what others are experiencing. In a small way, that feels like a gift coming out of my own suffering.
Secondly, to read of your pain (through your own words and the words of the woman in the NY Times article), puts my pain back in perspective. Maybe it is that it in hearing and understanding the pain of another, my pain becomes less comprehensive.
At times, my situation feels overwhelming and hopeless, and increasingly so. But when I read of your suffering, I am reminded that my particular type of suffering does not cover all the bases. It is not comprehensive and total. I don’t own the corner of pain.
I’m not talking about comparing pain. You can’t really. Just that it is a reminder that there is suffering and pain that I have not experienced. And, through your life and testimony (as I hope is true in mine), that God’s faithfulness with shine more because we make it even though we are pressed down and beaten from every side. Because we live His joy even when we feel sadness. We live His peace, even when we continue to feel anxious and fearful.