A brilliant piece by Brian LeBlanc, who is living with young onset Alzheimer’s. When I think back to my mom in terms of what Brian is describing, it all makes sense. The moments of clarity. The fog rolling in and out. Never knowing when it will come or go. Thank you, Brian, for helping us understand, because understanding makes us better caregivers.
I’m frequently asked, “how have you been” or “how are you feeling?” or “how was your day?” My most frequent response is “a little foggy.”
In an effort to help everyone understand what I am trying to say, I consulted www.merriam-webster.com and looked up fog. This is what I found:
nounˈfȯg, fäg
: many small drops of water floating in the air above the ground, the sea, etc.
: a state of mental confusion
The second definition, as you may have guessed, is the one that I refer to.
To give you an example, imagine driving down the road. Fog has set in and visibility is obstructed. You can’t see much, you’re cautious of your surroundings because of the dense fog. All of a sudden, you break through to a clearing. You can see all around you. Your vision is clear and you can proceed as…
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