Love In The Records – Part 3

Love In The Records (Part III: Alishia & Susan)

written by : Nevada Bird

I saw her across a crowded cafe. Our eyes met. I knew instantly that a nervous flutter was in my chest. Her silver hair shimmered, and her smile stopped my heart. Little did I know this chance encounter would rewrite my destiny.

Books and coffee fueled our friendship. But with each stolen glance, affection blossomed. I fell for her deeply, and she reciprocated. I found myself falling for her hard and fast. And she felt the same way too. 

Age didn’t matter. Our love is undeniable. We were both women. We became a couple, navigating life’s joys and challenges hand-in-hand.

Laughter filled our days. But time, a relentless thief, stole her memories. Keys disappeared; appointments were forgotten. Fear gnawed at me, but I held on to hope.

I looked up information on the internet and felt a strange, uneasy feeling in my stomach. A doctor’s appointment is coming up. On Amazon, a logbook for caregivers caught my eye: Alzheimer’s and Dementia Daily Record for Caregivers. Perfect timing, I thought, was a lifeline for the journey ahead.

The doctor confirmed, heartbroken. The news hammered us: Alzheimer’s. My heart shattered, each memory a precious treasure fading. But despair wouldn’t win. I’d be her rock, her caregiver, and her unwavering support.

A health record became our lifeline. It kept us organized—medications, appointments, medical history—all meticulously documented. Her profile, insurance, and family records are a fortress against the unknown.

Days were spent meticulously recording symptoms, treatments, and medications. A daunting task, fueled by unwavering love. For her, for us.

Our love, though tested, remained steadfast. Through dark nights, I held her hand, whispering love and unwavering support. A promise echoed in my heart: to be there, always.

Ours wasn’t a fairytale. It was messy, heartbreaking, and tear-stained. But laughter, joy, and moments of pure bliss illuminated the path. Through it all, we were an anchor for each other.

Looking back, love conquers all. The journey wasn’t easy, but its worth is immeasurable.  As I hold her fragile hand, a silent vow fills the air: to love, to care, and to cherish every precious moment.

For love, in all its forms, is the ultimate truth.  Our story is a testament to that truth. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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