Yes, if you know what’s going on, you can stop worrying about the things that it isn’t.
And speaking of diagnoses, my mother sent me the autopsy report on my father. It was definitely Alzheimer’s Disease, not dementia from some other cause.
I knew it wasn’t cancer, and I knew my lungs have been abused, but I didn’t know what to call it. I’m just glad I was prodded to search a little deeper into the online medical data that is mine alone.
And of course, with the wind, I need to make sure I have masks in pockets, purse and glove department and that my inhalers are full and handy. I had the door open for a while today, ad the wind has been blowing, so I’ve already had two breathing treatments. I’ll go to bed in a bit and have another steroid vial and hopefully, I will sleep fairly well tonight.
I don’t know whether to be “happy” Alzheimer’s was the final diagnosis, or sad that your dad (and your mother) suffered so. But did he know he suffered?