I didn’t realize how bad his dementia was getting until yesterday.  He now writes himself notes and sticks them to the wall so he doesn’t forget.  I’m referring to my husband.  He told me last night he wanted to spend Saturday with me.  He then wrote a note and stuck it to the wall to remind himself.  We all make lists, so we don’t forget, but he’s never done this before.  He forgets conversations from the day before.  I’ve begged him to see the doctor.  He informed me he did.  The doc told him not to worry, it is just old age.  This is not just old age.  My hubby knows this.  He’s scared and refuses to deal with it, and I’m not to bother him about.  So I cry on the inside as I see his mind diminishing slowly.  I love him.  I don’t want to lose him.  He’s been through so much in his lifetime, unlike the average person.  As a child he was burned on over 85% of his body.  He nearly died.  He still remembers the torturous treatments he went through in the hospital.  He was there for over a year.  Then later in life, he’s broken bones all over his body due to his job in construction, and two crushed legs from being pinned between two cars.  He’s meant to be here for sure.  He’s loved my children like they are his own.  He’s spoiled them rotten, and still is even as adults.  He’s loved me unlike any person in this world ever has.  I love my husband.  Seeing his mind slowly going is killing me.