(Wednesday, April 17, 2024)
Jodell sent me a text yesterday after my intelligence test at Minneapolis Neurology Clinic: “How did your appointment go yesterday?”
My reply: “Thanks for remembering and asking. It was sad. One part of the testing went very bad. The doctor said I have the beginning of mild cognitive decline. Semantic PPA. She thinks I’ll need to go to the Mayo for therapy (she did her internship there). I meet with my neurologist next Tuesday. She will have the final diagnosis. No cure.”
Jo: “Oh Denise! So glad you went in and had this checked out. Keep pursuing your options … things are always changing in the medical community.”
Me: “Thanks, Jo. I agree with you. I am reading a few books. I wonder if I even tell Mom and Dad. By the time this gets severe they will have passed away.”
Jo: “I am so glad you moved close to Cullan and Hillary for multiple reasons and even more so now. I won’t say anything to Mom and Dad, it is your call. You will know more next week, I am sure you are anxious to have all the facts. You are the last one I thought would be affected in our family, your intelligence is amazing. Love you.”
Day notes:
Jo has been in my dreams a lot this past year. I told Cullan and Hillary about my medical issues on Tuesday.