Erik
worked as a furniture upholsterer. It was hard work, but he enjoyed working
with his hands, and the people he met and got to know over the years was very
satisfying for him.
Margaret
was a consummate homemaker and her specialty was baking pies. She would make a fresh
pie every day for Erik, and he would happily enjoy these pies as they were made
with love from the woman he fell in love with so many years ago. How Erik
managed to stay trim and fit, I have no idea.
Erik
also loved to fish—fly fishing on the Bow River in Calgary, apparently one of
the best places in the world to catch fish. He would regularly bring me fresh
fish, often smoked in his smokehouse at home, when they came to our office for their
regular hygiene treatment and recall examinations.
Erik and
Margaret have been a part of my dental practice for more than 50 years, first
seeing Dr. Roy Rasmussen, whose practice I purchased more than 20 years ago. They
have been regular patients all of these years. Whenever we see their names on
the schedule, we look forward to seeing and welcoming them, as their love for
each other and positive attitude make for a pleasant and enjoyable visit.
Margaret
and Erik recently celebrated 60 years of marriage. Margaret is now in her early
80s and Erik is in his late 70s. Margaret has started to display signs of dementia.
She is happy, she is physically well, but her memory is waning rapidly. Erik,
now retired, spends more time at home and less time fishing so he can be with
the woman he loves. She has shown him how she bakes—all from memory—and he now
helps her bake the beloved pies daily, though he has had to do more and more of
the work over time. But his love for her has never wavered, even in these
difficult times, even with the knowledge that it will not get better, and very
likely it will get much worse in the near future.
I have
practiced dentistry for more than 27 years, and I have been so fortunate to
have known and developed amazing relationships with our patients over time. We
see them regularly, watch them grow up, have children, become grandparents,
change jobs, deal with life challenges, lose loved ones, and more. And it never
stops being difficult to watch someone with dementia decline to become a shell
of the person we once knew so well.
I watched
my mother succumb to senile dementia. I lost the mother I knew about 10 years
before her physical body succumbed to pneumonia. I have watched many of her
siblings and other family members also succumb to dementia. It is my hope that
we will be able to find a way to slow this decline, to manage it, or even to
cure it within our lifetime.
Nevertheless,
it is such a privilege to get to know such wonderful people like my patients
Erik and Margaret. It makes it easy to get up and go to work each day, knowing
the joy I will have seeing these people I have cared for, for so many years.
And it’s still hard to see them decline.
That is
the gift of what we get to do every day, even when it is sometimes also called
a daily grind.
Thanks
for reading.
Warm regards,
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