Another Alzheimer’s caregiver I know kept a journal at first, with notes and stories he thought he might share sometime.“But after a while I didn’t have as much to write,” he said. Not that much was changing. Not that much was new. That’s how it is with me now.

Here’s what’s good when you’re sick and you live alone. But it’s not all good. Not at all.

Gradual cognitive decline followed by critical weakness in his body led to our separation after decades of being together.

“It’s easy to stay in denial,” I admitted to him with quivering voice when he gave us the test results that day. And it’s still easy. Even easier, I’m deciding, to be in denial about being in denial.