In Still Alice there is a scene where Alice, who has early onset Alzheimer’s, is unable to find the bathroom in her own home and no longer able to contain herself, pees in her pants. She is mortified and is sobbing as her husband changes her. Before I continue this story, I will tell you that such a thing happened to me once, not because I forgot, but because I underestimated my holding power and the distance to the bathroom. There is nothing more humbling than that, let me assure you. Last night, as I returned from walking the dogs, I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye in “the Sanctuary” (a little area between the house and the garage) In the Sanctuary, we have a fountain (key point) and a café table and chairs and it is a lovely little area for solitude and perhaps sneaking a smoke on occasion. Do not judge! Jake and his friends desecrated the sanctuary, when he still lived at home, with beers and anime and other things that I chose to ignore. Once he left home, the sanctuary was restored. The movement was my husband, skulking in the corner. I asked him what he was doing and without missing a beat he said “I am peeing”
“Oh” I said!