Do you ever get that song stuck in your head that just keeps playing over and over? I do. It happens to me a lot. Yesterday, while watching CBC news, there was a segment on this phenomenon. These mental tunes are nicknamed “earworms.” You learn something new every day! For about the last year, I have started to sing to myself – or to my dog, Shiloh. I can assure you, I was never much of a singer. But things have changed. I often catch myself doing this and sometimes I even add in a few dance steps to accompany the music.
Back in the day, I used to be a Sr. Business Analyst for a large well-known software company. This job afforded me wonderful opportunities of working with the very brightest and dedicated individuals across many global business units.
Some days are easier than other days. Today, has not been easy. I had an appointment with my Geriatrician this morning. The last time I saw her was September 5th, 2012 when she diagnosed me with Frontotemporal Lobe dementia (FTD). I walked out of that appointment before it was finished. I did the same thing today.
By Mary Beth Wighton, Person with Dementia Date: Jan 27th, 2013 Growing up, I was an excellent athlete and was on many top-rated teams. I played basketball, volleyball and soccer. Those teams excelled from winning locally to competing at a national level. My status on the teams varied from a “bench warmer” to being captain. Therefore, it really did not surprise me when I was diagnosed with Frontotemporal Lobe Dementia (FTD), that I wanted to be part of a team fighting for people with dementia.
By: Mary Beth Wighton, Person with Dementia Date: 2012-12-20 I'm not much of a gambler. Once in a blue-moon, I like to buy a lottery ticket. I carefully choose my numbers, cross my fingers, and hope for the best. Then I play the fun game of; If I won a million dollars I would .....;
If you believe 2012 doomsday theorists, the earth as we know it will end in 4 days on December 21, 2012. Whether it is from the end of the Mayan calendar or some incredible planetary collision, life on earth will end. Television movies depicting the end play over and over again. The news captures religious fanatics holding their signs high to “repent.” It has made me pause and wonder. I do not believe in 2012 doomsday. I believe God has his own agenda.
By Mary Beth Wighton, Person with Dementia Date: 2012-12-14 I love tradition. I come from and am part of a family of traditions. Growing up, holidays were always a time of making the same yummy recipes, putting up the same Christmas tree, visiting the same people, telling the same funny stories, and putting up the same homemade Christmas stockings for Santa to fill. As I grew older, I took with me many of these traditions and eventually introduced them to my own family. One of my favourite tradition is decorating our Christmas tree. Eight years ago, when we celebrated our first family Christmas together, we began the tradition of going to a local tree farm to buy our Christmas tree.
I Have What? September 5th, 2012, 9:00 a.m. St. Mary's Hospital, Kitchener, Ontario, Canada. As I drove us to the 9:00 a.m. meeting with Dr. Didyk from Geriatrician, many thoughts ran through my head. Here we go, another appointment with another doctor. One more stupid test. I hate when they ask me to write down the clock time because I know what time it is. I'm looking forward to my Timmy's coffee.