--000000000000285b630580b80908 Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="000000000000285b600580b80906" --000000000000285b600580b80906 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Hello Tim Here is the translation. Karine Virus-free. www.avg.com Le mar. 29 janv. 2019 =C3=A0 16:00, Timothy Thomas a =C3=A9crit : > > A day in the life of a caregiver > > All of our mornings start the same. When I arrive, as I have been doing > for several months now, she does not recognize me, but accepts me. I like > to be comforted by the thought that it=E2=80=99s because somewhere in her= brain, > she knows who I am, but because of the Alzheimer=E2=80=99s, she can no lo= nger put > it all together. I wheel her to the bathroom where we brush her hair in > front of the mirror, apply her ruby red lipstick and give her a few sprit= z > of her favourite perfume > The weather forecast calls for sun and high temperatures. Mrs=E2=80=99 lo= ves to go > out. I have prepared my lunch and an extra chicken salad sandwich for her= . > I have packed a bag of chips along with a surprise. Spruce beer. She > mentioned to me that she used to drink it every day when she was younger.= I > tell her that we are going for a walk to spend the day in the sun. On our > walk she asks me several times where we are going. I tell her kindly each > time, that we are going to the park. The park that we have spent almost > every day at. She makes the same comment about the steep hill, reaches h= er > hand out to touch the same flowers, scuffs at the same bumps in the side > walk, as if it were the first time every time. We find a spot where the s= un > is shining through the trees, shining down on her like a spot light. I pa= rk > her wheelchair there, so that she has a nice view of the pond and the > ducks. She eats little pieces of the sandwich that I have made for her. S= he > takes few bites then gives it back to me. I know she is hungry though > because she always refuses to eat breakfast. I let her forget that she ha= s > given me back the sandwich and offer her more as if it was the first time= I > was offering it to her. I do this a couple more times until she has eaten > the whole thing. A little trick I learned when I first started to work wi= th > her. She refused to eat her lunch, but kept mentioning she was starving > when she would see me eat and be reminded that she was hungry. > She spends the afternoon soaking in the sun. Her eyes are closed and she > hums songs and smiles. This is where she is happiest, this is where she > remembers. Sometimes she sits like this for hours and doesn=E2=80=99t say= anything. > And sometimes she shares stories of when she was younger. She tells me > about her children. About her husband. About her travels. About anything > that comes to mind in that moment. I learn a little more about her every > day. Today was a silent day, so I sit with her reading my book and just > enjoying her presence. > By the end