Sunday, November 22, 2009
People are strange, aren't they?
It's uncanny. People write to me. And tell me that I didn't treat Jeanne right. That I shouldn't have taken her to Arizona or to Germany when she had Alzheimer's. I really don't know why that's any of their business. Jeanne died in January 2007. So there's nothing I can do about it. I did what I did. And I think it was wonderful for Jeanne. And I'd do it again. If I could. So why would people write to me and tell me they think it was a mistake? People are strange, aren't they? --Jim Broede
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People also write to me and chastise me for taking Jeanne out in a wheelchair during rain and thunderstorms on several occasions. Nothing serious ever happened on these jaunts. And Jeanne and I had a good time. And it seemed to be positively stimulating for Jeanne. So why make an issue of it years later? Yet people do. They've written to me about it this week. It seems to bother them. But it doesn't bother me. Because I did the right thing. No doubt about it. --Jim Broede
Also, someone took me to task for taking Jeanne on a 5-mile jaunt in a wheelchair in the cold of winter in Minnesota. But hey, Jeanne was tucked in a thermal sleeping bag. Dressed for the conditions. And she had a low-slung custom-made wheelchair, built for comfort and an easy ride. Complete with heated cushions. All this was doctor-approved. The daily dose of fresh air did Jeanne good. Maybe that's one reason why she survived 13 years with Alzheimer's. And why we were able to wean her off most of her medicines. But there was one natural medicine that we gave her daily. Fresh air. Positive vibes, too. Yes, lots of tender loving care. Hard to argue with good results. --Jim Broede
The fact that nothing "serious" happened, that we know of, during your jaunts, is that you were very lucky. It could easily be construed that you did all this to make you seem like a good husband. Exposing anyone to the time it takes to push a wheelchair 5 miles, in the dead of winter is taking a terrible risk of exposure to the elements, especially someone who is unable to communicate that they are suffering. A wheelchair in a thunderstorm is like pushing around a lightening rod.
The reason it is still an issue is that YOU keep making it so. If you really have a problem with what is being written to you, ignore it. Addressing it one-sided makes you lok worse.
Nothing could look worse than you gals. I'm a handsome saint in comparison. Have any of you looked in the mirror lately? If that doesn't make you puke, nothing will. Look. Look. Look. I dare you to look. See deep down inside your hateful selves. You all should be ashamed of yourselves. --Jim
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