Strong

The strongest woman I have ever known is getting an MRI tomorrow for dementia.  Changes have been noticeable for the last few years.  No one wanted to say anything.  She can be a hard woman to bring up such issues with.  She has always been independent and fearless.  A year ago I brought up the subject of memory loss.  I administered a few easy tests that my step-mother has been given for Alzheimer's disease.  Even then she was very slow to answer.  I told her we were all worried, but she pushed the topic away. 

She couldn't push the topic away anymore yesterday.  The day before she'd called my mom and her half sister asking confused and forgetful questions.  My great-aunt had a doctor's appointment set-up for the next day, so my mom drove in to take her and make sure she talked to her doctor about the growing problem.  The doctor did more intense tests.  He was worried enough to order the MRI. 

After my mom dropped my great-aunt at home she called the doctor back to make sure she didn't need to say with her aunt.  The doctor was rude and evasive.  My mom headed home as her aunt wanted.

A few hours after returning home my mom got a call from one of my great-aunt's neighbors.  My great-aunt had tied her beloved poodle out on her front porch.  This is something she would NEVER do.  Her friend came over to check on my great-aunt.  All of the doors to the house were open, except for the locked screens.  Again, this is something my great-aunt would never do.  She lives in an area with gangs and drug dealers.  My great-aunt's friend couldn't get her attention.  She called my mom in a panic.  My mom told her to call 911 and headed to her aunt's house.

The cops arrived before the paramedics and broke in.  They woke my great-aunt up, but she was very confused.  The cops didn't see anything majorly wrong with her so they canceled the paramedics.  Even after over an hour to comprehend everything she was still confused.  When my mom arrived my great-aunt tried to refuse leaving.  My mom had to bring up how she had left her dog tied up outside.  She relented.

All the way to my mother's house my great-aunt was confused.  She didn't understand where she was going-a place she's been to hundreds of times.  She couldn't remember how to work her cell phone.  She was openly vulnerable.  She has never allowed her self to be such before.  The collapse is disturbing to me.  I understand that it can't be helped.  She is still my hero, but I am saddened because I realize she wouldn't want this.  I hope with the MRI a plan for the future can be made. 

Why Dyslexic Dreamer?

This is who I am.  I have dyslexia.  I have known this since 5th grade.  While improvements in reading and comprehension in dyslexics can improve over time there is no cure.  Dyslexics must learn to adapt to the world while dealing with this condition.  The effects can be made worse when a dyslexic is tired, sick, or does not continually work on reading, writing, listening, or math.  This can all be very taxing!  Some days I just want to scream out in frustration.  On my worst days it takes me forever to remember how to spell *of*.  This is a real problem for someone working towards her teaching degree in English.  Yes, even I think this is a crazy goal sometimes. 
Well, this is a quick start on me for y'all.  Talk at you soon.

Reason for creation

I am creating this blog for my Advanced Technology class.  We'll see how this works out.  Enjoy.