2022.NOV.06
I stopped writing this blog four years ago, when I realized that my father was beginning to lose his cognitive edge. It seemed disrespectful to continue. To publicize his mental decline.
On June 9 of this year, Dad suffered a stroke, and was Life Flighted to Intermountain Hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah. CT scans revealed that he had, in fact, had three blood clots in his brain. They could not determine exactly when the previous two strokes had occurred.
This one, the doctor attributed to Covid19. Coughing had triggered atrial fibrillation that sent a blood clot into Dad's brain. The scan also revealed the presence of "white matter" associated with dementia.
In its early stages, White Matter Disease is characterized by loss of balance, walking difficulty, and advancing dementia.
The last five months have been challenging. Exhausting. And illuminating. We don't go riding as often, now, Dad and I. We're on a different journey, now -- and I will attempt to chronicle these hard and heartfelt days in a new story.
Dad's street address for the last 22 years has been 1 Ruggles Road.
I'll call our new story: "One Ruggles Rode".
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