Christine Thelker © 2020 Dementia For This I Am Grateful

Is it time to Prioritize What We Want

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Earlier this week I was interviewed by someone working on a research project, the conversation was lively. She told me they had researched me before asking if I would agree to be interviewed. I’m not sure where or how they researched on me, but I hope it was an interesting search.

We talked about many of the issues and challenges faced by those of us with Dementia and trying to advocate and work to help bring much-needed change. We talked about how many organizations want the people living with to help them campaign, by being the chosen poster person, or by sharing their stories, for which most are happy to do, however, at the same time none of those funds become accessible to the people speaking at conferences, etc. the money instead is used for funding their paid employees to attend, and to pay for offices and business expenditures and wages, she was and said they were aware that this common practice happens. We spoke about the differences different organizations do and mostly do well, but that the one they don’t do is work together on the things that matter and could help those of us actually living with the illness.

We talked about the different things they could do, like sit collectively at the table with people living with dementia, look at the strength and weaknesses of each organization, help each other focus on the strong points, and working collaboratively it would and could then have a positive effect on those of us living with, instead of it being made to look like they are making a difference that in reality, they are not.

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As the conversation proceeded and I was asked many more questions by the end she asked me if they were to focus on one thing that would be my number one thing, because we had covered a tremendous list of things and work that needs to be done. I think my list shocked her.

After taking a few minutes to think about it, my response was that if having to choose one for them to work on it would be to change the focus from cure to care, stop trying to find drugs to cure, we know that is likely not possible given all the complex bits of dementia, focus on creating drugs that can help alleviate symptoms, allowing for a better quality of life, start by helping change how a diagnosis is handed out, that medical should cover a complete team of care professionals, Occupational Therapists, ( most jobs to duty to accommodate for any other illness except Dementia), Rehabilitation Therapists, Physiotherapists, Nutrionalists, Life Coaches. Give us the tools and the team to continue to live and work, to have our best life while living with a terminal illness, Stop sending people home feeling hopeless, lost, and alone, in all my advocating, speaking and talking with people living with Dementia, not once have I heard a story of where they were given anything more than being told to go home and get ready to die, so lets change that, let’s start there.

Is it time that we start making our list of priorities visible, we so often feel we are through our advocating and speaking, but maybe we need to a top ten list, and podcast it so far and wide, it can’t be overlooked.

Christine Thelker © 2020 Dementia For This I Am Grateful Silver Linings

Giving Thanks

Today I want to write about an incredible lady that I met just over a year ago ( maybe it’s two, I have no sense of time anymore), but I was blessed to be introduced to her, and that set about a new friendship, for which I am grateful.

We were connected because I was in need of finding a photographer to do photos for my publishers. Nicole Renney Kenney stepped forward, she planned and set aside a whole day, she came to my house we packed up changes of clothes, jewelry and off we went, coffees in hand for what became a joyful, magical day.

I absolutely love this

We spent time getting to know one another, we laughed a lot, she made me totally at ease. I felt very cared about as a person, I felt she not only had a keen interest in my dementia and my journey, she saw me a person beyond my dementia.

By the end of that day, I had a great deal of respect for Nicole, I marveled at her talent as a Photographer. I love to take pictures, but I am not a photographer, Nicole is a photographer and her eye for capturing moments for capturing the true sense of a person is beyond amazing. After that day, we had another day of photo shots at her home, where again I marveled at her abilities.

What truly stood out was Nicole’s heart, a big heart, full of compassion and kindness, she works in long term care, I wish I would have had the opportunity to work with her, I’m so happy to think about all the kindness and love she doles out to those she helps. Nicole donated all this time and effort to bring my photos to life and has since then stood as a friend, as someone who continually steps up to help, and has been a voice in supporting my efforts to get the word out to try to help others living with Dementia, so when my book was being released, I didn’t have to as, Nicole again stepped up to say she would be my book launch to do photos, some of which are displayed here. We stay connected, I’m happy and honored to promote her photography work, Passionate Eye Imagery. I’m looking forward to our next coffee date, and I am very grateful that we were brought together, and I’ve gotten to know this incredibly talented and beautiful lady.

Christine Thelker © 2020 Dementia For This I Am Grateful Silver Linings Stress

Finding the Silver Lining

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Sometimes we get buried trying to stay afloat when our brains are fighting the constant fatigue and the brain fog sets in, sometimes we have to not fight it and go to bed, its self-care, its frustrating, but we learn that if we keep pushing we may end up doing more harm to ourselves and then recovery is even longer.

These days, I think about so many who are struggling on many different levels. The world is a different place right now, for all of us whether we have dementia or not. As we go through unprecedented times with Covid 19 and all that it entails, as we see very abnormal weather patterns affecting the world, as we see our local and global economies changing, its at times hard to look for and find the silver linings. Especially given the fact that life doesn’t stop, people still get sick, get diagnosed, wait for surgeries and procedures. People still have to put food on the tables. Yes life is still happening, but the silver linings are still there, we just have to focus more on them than the hard stuff. We will manage the hard stuff, it won’t be easy, we at times will feel like giving in and giving up, but we in the end will come through the other side.

What we can hope for is that as our new world emerges, its a little softer, a little kinder, that we see those silver linings and grasp onto them. The simple things, like being able to hug your children, to go for a walk or hike in the woods, go for a bike ride, enjoy the sound of children’s laughter, enjoy each other’s company. Take more time to help each other, help the neighbors, check-in on those you may not have seen or talked to in a while.

Our world has been turned upside down, everyone lives with a level of fear of the unknown, so acknowledge that we are all a little more on edge, give each other a little more grace and forgiveness, patience, and understanding. Something as simple as a warm hello can make the difference in someone’s day, its true that kindness matters. I talk to many and most if not all are feeling just a little off, some can’t identify why, others feel like they are on such unsteady ground, they don’t know how to maneuver through it.

Staying connected is harder with social distancing, but we should still be reaching out, have a social distance coffee in the park, don’t be afraid to open up and share the fears worries, and concerns.

For those of us with Dementia, who by nature of the illness ( although I don’t believe that, I believe it is by nature of people choosing to make it ok, to walk away, to not work to include then to accept and understand the person living with dementia) (but that’s for another blog), end up being more isolated than many of us would choose. Our support groups become increasingly where we feel connected, and understood, where we don’t have to work so hard to be, it was said at one of our meetings today by someone that they don’t want talk to other people anymore because they except me to be the way I was before and I’m not, so I’d rather just be here where everyone excepts me how I am today. That’s a big statement it speaks volumes to how people with dementia feel. it’s sad, however at the same time but not at all surprising. Those of us that do a lot of advocating are often heard to say ” I have Dementia, but I am not Stupid”. So our get-togethers with our friends and colleagues whether they are on zoom, video calls, messenger calls, video calls, are extremely important. We need the connection. The loss of our ability to go to conferences and to work with the various Research groups we work, which provided us stimulation, purpose, and social interaction all ceased, so our actual social interaction ( face to face) for many of us is very very limited.

We must keep striving to stay connected during these coming months, even though things are challenging us. If there’s one thing that those of us living with dementia are good at its adapting. And Adapting to an ever-changing world at the moment doesn’t have to mean bleak and despair, we can and should look to the silver linings, things like our DAI online support groups, and webinars and most are learning zoom, we have been using it for many things for a long time. It’s one instance where we don’t have to adapt we are already there. Silver linings just look they are there.

Christine Thelker © 2020 Dementia Event For This I Am Grateful

My next book signing event

Thank you to Remax Centre City Reality and the Gathering Tree Restaurant for sponsoring me and this event, so looking foreword to Seeing everyone

Please join me at my next book signing event September 15, in Valemount, BC

Christine Thelker © 2020 Dementia For This I Am Grateful

In the Mud and Muck Dirt and the Dust

dirt roads/ logging roads

Sometimes, no oftentimes, when I am feeling unsteady in my being when my illness is causing me to feel unsure of myself, who am I know? Who will I be? When the demons try to find there way in to fill me with doubt, to shatter what confidence I have been able to regain, Due to the fact that when diagnosed your confidence in yourself and your abilities are shattered, rebuilding it is challenging and difficult. Especially as we endure loss after loss.

But we can rebuild our confidence and our lives, against all odds, against what the world says we should be doing and how we should look if we have dementia.

The world saw Dementia as an old person disease, so people were generally not diagnosed until their late 60’s to mid-’70s and beyond really. Fast forward 20 or 30 years and here we are its till the image people have, except many of us are diagnosed so much younger, in our 30’s and 40’s, 50’s and 60’s, in the prime of our lives really. We are busy trying to work towards that wonderful world of retirement that we hear about. WAIT .. what was that, retirement for many can be lovely but for a great many, it brings about a lot of health challenges and actually sees a lot of people struggle with the whole aging thing, so what then have we spent the prime of our lives working for if that’s what awaits us, I’ve had many recent conversations with people who say we should actually be living in our lives in reverse, traveling, enjoying life until 40 or 45, and then settling into work and contributing more fully to society as we age.

I believe there is some truth to that, but that we should always be trying to contribute to society to the betterment of all, no matter the stage of life we are at.

For those of us diagnosed with Early-onset Dementia, our plans for retirement all those things we were working towards stops, its a sudden slam on the brakes stop. When you’re told to go home get your affairs in order, your world stops, your confidence disappears.

I think I lived in a sort of fog, not the brain fog of my dementia, but a different fog, I likely didn’t start to emerge from that for 6 months to a year at least if no longer. You go through the days, the motions, but suddenly you have no footing, no one tells you how to continue to live, they only tell you to get ready to die, except you know within yourself you still have living to do, you still have life in you, the two things collide, sending you reeling, no idea what or how you are supposed to move on to the next day, let alone the next month or year. Yes, its true those of us living with dementia are living with a terminal illness and we all know all to well that at any given day, the illness can abruptly decide today’s the day it’s going to send us reeling to the end gate. But what do we do until then, no one helps us with that, a great deal of focus in health care needs to be shifted in that direction.

So eventually I learned, through my DAI family, I learned, how to help myself, I slowly regained my confidence. I was encouraged to keep doing things I liked, both old and new, to keep learning. One of the things I really learned was that I could find Joy, laughter again, maybe not in the ways I had before, and maybe not in ways that most could understand, but I definitely could find a lot of joy in my life. I also became aware of my own power, the power to change my days, my moods, my thoughts, my outlook. I became a Dementia Warrior.

So recently I’ve had many things to celebrate, like my book “For this, I am Grateful” being published by Austin Macauley Publishers, For the opportunity it has created to allow me to meet many incredible people and to do what I have always wanted to do since being diagnosed and that was to make a difference for others.

That doesn’t,t mean I still don’t have the down days the sad days, the days when I question everything, the days when I really feel the losses, the loss of friendships, of a planned life that will never be. But I have taught myself to do self-care, which is so important because it will take me back to the joy, to the gratitude. For me heading out into nature, like I did yesterday, totally unplugged, grabbed a friend who if he’s not busy is always willing to head out there, packed my cooler, and my little dog, 110 Kilometers down dirt roads, finding lakes, streams, rivers, peacefulness, stopping for a picnic, stopping to explore and hike, 110 kilometers, through the dirt and the mud, returning refreshed, regrounded. So even though I am struggling more these days, I am remembering to be grateful, to find the joy, not to let the often dark and scary parts of Dementia overtake me.

I had a good laugh late last night as I was thinking about the grand day ( pictured here), thinking at some point I am likely to be one of those people who has everyone’s alerts going off because I’ve gone out of my established area, I can hear them saying ” oh for heaven’s sake where is she going now,” and “she’s likely headed somewhere she can sit with her feet in the water,” and “no she doesn’t think she’s lost shes just out exploring,” “don’t know what we’re going to do with her”. I can see that I will be that problem, and as I’m getting ready to drift off to sleep I think to myself with a smile on my face “oh how grand that will be”.

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For this I am grateful

This is my first official blog about my book, on my new website. Well, it is also my first website! After my recent book was launched, it seemed fitting to set this up! Being diagnosed with dementia has been full of up and downs, and in writing my book, my hope is that the daily realities of living with younger onset dementia is helpful for others.

About my book: I remember going home to an empty house to try to digest my doctor’s news, “You have vascular dementia.” I thought to myself, I’m only 55 and I’m already a widow, the worst thing that could ever happen to me. But during my career working in Dementia Care, my co-workers and I had always felt that getting any type of dementia diagnosis would be the worst news a person could receive. Having witnessed the progression in so many people, I knew being a widow was nothing compared to what I was going to have to face. I soon discovered those past experiences would, in fact, help me forge through the coming losses.

The diagnosis itself was not the worst of it, finding no help or resources was. I had to try to figure out ‘what’s next’ on my own. I got my affairs in order, and came to terms with the fact that my career and the life I had known both were gone. I gave up my home, my car, my ability to drive, my hopes, and my dreams. 

Yet a stubborn streak remained in me. I decided, ‘I’m not done yet,’ and made it my new motto. Then I set out to find help, to find my new self. My search led me to Dementia Alliance International. At DAI, I found hope and purpose; this was life-changing and life-saving. I stepped onto a path of a whole new understanding of dementia, advocating, speaking engagements, and learning that life can be beautiful, even with dementia.

You can buy a copy of my book here…

Christine Thelker © 2020 Dementia


Yes it’s true, I’m struggling these days, so although people always see me as super strong, I am human, sometimes it almost feels as though that is forgotten. I am a human who lives with a terminal illness, who lives alone, who has fears and worries, who sometimes because she feels changes happening becomes extremely emotional, worries about her future and what will happen to her.
So right know I’m going through a deeply emotional time, I feel drained, I feel like I’m drowning, can’t catch my breath. That positive energetic piece is missing at the moment, replaced by apprehensiveness, by some impatience towards others and things and it feels like the only time I’m finding peace and the ability to breathe is when I’m out in nature away from everything.
So even the strongest of steel bends, and even the strongest of people crumble. Sometimes we like to hear we are strong other times we want to scream “ I’m tired of having to be strong all the time”, sometimes we would give anything to have someone to share the load with, because it’s a big load, and just because we live with our illness doesn’t make us exempt from all the other challenges life throws at us. Yes these last couple weeks I’ve been struggling, and it’s ok. I allow myself to go through and feel the things I’m feeling, I cry,( there’s that human piece coming through), I feel sad, I think about a lot of things and people.

I won’t stay in that place, I’ll rise strong again, because it’s who I am, mostly because I don’t have a choice, my leaning post ( aka Uwe Thelker, my Deceased husband) Was ripped out from me years ago, yet somedays feels like yesterday, it’s his birthday Tuesday, was always a great day of celebration, oh how I miss that, how I miss him, is that part of my struggling absolutely hits me every year. But it isn’t the only thing, I feel changes, I see and live with the challenges they bring, I’m always working at my new normal, changing how I do things to accommodate the changes as they happen, honestly it’s exhausting, that’s what Dementia is, it’s just bloody exhausting, it’s less scary, it’s more frustrating and it’s mostly exhausting.

Later this morning, I will pack my cooler head to the bush, seek quiet, seek peacefulness, this phase of struggling shall pass too, but sometimes we need to own, admit it, that glamourous, life of dementia being showcased in its very real and unglamorous light. I’m grateful that I’m able to still get out to where I can find that peacefulness, sometimes I wonder what will happen to me when I’m no longer able, and I don’t have my leaning post to provide it.

Christine Thelker © 2020 Dementia For This I Am Grateful

Am I and are we doing a disservice

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Sometimes you question whether all the advocating you are doing is helping? Are you actually making a difference? Are we somehow making our illness look easy? This is something many of us have been accused of. Is that why many, even those who know us question our diaganosis and at times actually state that they don’t believe we have it? Is that because we work so hard and fight so hard for every good day? Would it be more benificial if we all gave in and said ok, we will stop then, let the illness ravage us so that the disbelievers, can than stop because they will see us wallowing and sinking into the black hole that so many struggle to find their way out of. It’s something I’ve wrestled with.

But then something happens and makes me remember and realize why fighting and standing up using our voices, even though it takes such a toll on us, something happens and we know without a doubt we are doing exactly what we are meant to be doing.

Explaining this is difficult so first I have to go back a bit, many releationships not just of my own, but for most of us living with dementia have changed or disappeared. Some will tell you why, some will say they can’t bear to see you disappear before them and they want to remember you as you have always been. You see in marriages we stick by our partners through the rough and difficult times, or usually, many with Dementia find they are left to cope on their own.But in other relationships withing family units and within friendships those same rules don’t apply. Sad really when you get down to it. Sometimes I left to feel like maybe having to be on my own has somehow been a blessing in disquise because it has made me have to fight hard to stay standing because know ones coming to rescue me, knows there on a day to day basis to rely on, where otheres expect to rely on those in their immediate circle. Doesn’t mean I like or want to do this walk alone, just makes me fight harder/ Maybe? Or maybe those with others close by fight harder becasue they have a reason to not sure, I feel greatly mixed about that.

Others want you to believe the relationship has not changed when in fact, most of us living with dementia can go back to the time it did change, we may not remember all the pertinet events that lead to the change but remember the feeling and the knowing the moment it did. And others may think we don’t know but we do.

We are then left with the undaunting chore of trying to process the loss, while living with an illness that creates enough loss without adding those losses to it, but invetiably it is in fact what happens.

So we must decide to either crumble or we decide to let that decison be the person making it be theirs alone. Its called accepting and not having an expectation, when in fact if you were living with any other type of terminal illness you would be expected to have expectations of others. So we try our best to focus on what I call “the Wins”, focus on doing what we can to help others and have a positive impact on those living with the illness.

Sometimes you worry that people think you are arrogant or full of yourself because of the work you do so this of course causes us to sometimes question it all, and yet all you have ever really wanted is to make a difference for others so people don’t have to feel the way you felt when you were diagnosed. And then that thing happens that thing that says, to those who want to disbelief its ok, to those who need to walk away or have a reduced relationship its ok, we make it ok for others instead of them making it ok for us, but then that thing happens yup time to tell you what that is.

Then you are talking with someone who reminds you of whats really important so I am going to quote from my conversation last night when discussing how it feels at times ” Those who feel you are arrogant are not seeing clearly. You are anything but Arrogant so don’t listen because I would suggest those individuals are feeling some jealousy verses loads of joy for you. give your energy only to the positive people and the negative ones will step aside.”

I so appreciated and needed those words, which then carried me into today to meet with a lady who herself has been diagnosed, we sat at the park, she told me reading my book and meeting me saved her life and changed everything for her. We talked for hours I gave her literature on DAI, so she could get more support, it was uplifting for me and again that reminder why I must continue to fight to stay well living with my dementia, regardless of what others think, or somehow believe I should be. I have definetly changed, I am no longer who I was, I struggle for more than most see, but thats because they only see the parts that make it look easy they don’t see the hours and days, it takes and the exhaustion after, holding yourself upright for hours to manage part of a day. Coming back home I messaged this lady to let her know I enjoyed our visit today. The response I got again verifies to all who question if they should keep doing the advocating and speaking out for others, how truly important it is. ” Thank you so much, I’m so excited to know there are things I can do—People I can talk to__ you have opened up a whole new world to me and I am so grateful. Plus you are kind of a cool lady!

These are those things that happen, somehow when we need it most.. to be reminded, that we should be proud of the work we do and we should ‘nt let the nay sayers stop us from reaching out and helping others and making a difference in the way we can. We may not be able to do alot of things we once did, we may not do things the way we once did, but we do and should continue in ways that are meaningful to us and contributes to us having meaning and purpose in our lives again, and we should never ever apologize for it.

Christine Thelker © 2020 Dementia

The reality of some Advocacy

‘Luxury’ accomodation at the airport in New York…

This is a blog I wrote back in February 2020, which is relevant today, and which I have published on my Facebook page, Chrissy’s Journey. Thank you Kate Swaffer for reminding me of it! 

The not so glorified side of Advocating

Often when we talk about our advocating we hear “ must be nice to go to so many places”.

There is a misconception about advocating, at least for all the advocates I know. So let me de-glorify it for you. 

It takes months and months of prep work, usually your looking one to two years down the road, never actually knowing if your health is going to hold up that long, long days and nights preparing submissions, writing speeches, writing and making statements. It is more than full time work, the exception is we do not get paid, there is no staff being paid to help us, if we are lucky we have someone who believes in the work we do enough to volunteer and help with proof reading editing etc.

But often we don’t…. and did I mention we have dementia, and while doing all this we must still try to manage in our day to day affairs which in and of itself is often so overwhelming much is not done….you see we have dementia so that means our brain energy only lasts so long, it doesn’t recharge as well or quickly as others, so we have to decide where we spend that cognitive juice, those of us that advocate, out of a want and need to help bring positive change, to help others, for most of us, we do it selflessly with little regard to the enormous price on our own well being, because ultimately if we don’t, how can change happen in the best interest of those living with Dementia….it has to come from those living with Dementia, from those who are willing to open up be vulnerable, expose some of the most difficult and personal parts of themselves.

Those advocates make sacrifices, they spent many more hours fundraising, because very little is funded, ( that’s a whole other column about what’s wrong with that). All the hours preparing, the challenges faced when travelling, fighting the constant fatigue that plaques people living with dementia. Then there’s navigating in strange places, meeting dead lines, getting ready for the next, if you’re lucky, you will have enough energy left to have some dinner, then go to your room to work on the next days needs, in a three or four day span, if you’re lucky you will squeeze in one dinner with others at whatever venue you are attending, and maybe just maybe if all goes smoothly you might get three or four hours to jump on a big. Red bus and take in whatever you can in that time frame.

It is not a holiday, it is exhausting work, it is as in the pictures shown here, sleeping on a luggage cart in JFK Airport in New York, because there isn’t extra funds to give you the luxury of a rest day, which should be in fact a few for people living with dementia. Advocating gives us purpose, it gives us hope, it provides us with the ability to help direct the change, it enriches our lives because it keeps our brains firing. What it is not, is glorified or feeding egos, I’ve been told we are egomaniacs, in fact I have never met a group people who are so selfless, the word ego doesn’t. Even fit in the same room.

None of us wanted this diagnosis we are trying to live with it with as much grace and dignity as we can, the last thing we need is to be beat up and criticized for trying to make things better for all those living with Dementia.

Christine Thelker © 2020 Dementia Stress

A restart today would be good

Well this day which started out on such a positive and uplifting start, turned rather quickly this afternoon. I was just finished on a zoom meeting at 2 pm when I headed out to go to Dr. Peter Henley Office, to deliver a book to him. He has been a great support and wanted a copy of the book. I was not even a full block from home sitting at the stop sign waiting for traffic to clear when out of no where one of our well known bicycle people in town, no helmet, they are running in and out of traffic constantly, ran into the rear passenger side of my car sending her careening to the drivers side of my car onto the pavement, I threw my car into park, she laid there dazed and confused, I called 911, suddenly out of no where a guy appeared had her at the side of the walkway, she wanted to leave I said no, you could tell her arm and leg were injured I was worried about head injury, she didn’t want police involved, she didn’t want paramedics, fire arrived first ambulance next, then police, she kept refusing help, the fellow had suddenly became her husband, then well no someone she was seeing, she still refused help, kept telling police, she knew she was 100% at fault, told fire and ambulance same thing, kept saying I’ll pay for damages, finally they got her name and phone number ( very likely false), said she had no ID, still refusing help, hanging onto her pack back for dear life. Police took pictures of damage to my car, the fellow and his wife who were driving by at the time, came back around gave their names for witnesses, I couldn’t pull out at the time because they were coming into the intersection, so they saw it all, this all took a very long time, police were very kind asking and making sure I was alright, they wrote the police file number and all information for me, I then spent 1/2 on the phone with ICBC, I will have to pay my own deductible because they likely won’t be able to get money from the bicycle person, my appointment to have them look at my car is next Friday the 11th, I eventually feeling 100% frazzled get the book to Dr. Henley, back home, I’m sitting trying to deal with the immense headache this has caused, an email comes saying my amazon package has been delivered except, I don’t have it, on the phone with the delivery company, oh he delivered it to the wrong place, they will try to retrieve it, if not amazon will replace it,, my head is pounding. I want to go back to the early part of the day, where I did a great zoom with Emma and Diana allowing them to interview me for a research project and then a lovely visit from my physiotherapist, a great coffee and catch up. And then the day went off the rails. It’s very upsetting, you never want to see anyone hurt, police were very reassuring, but it still unnerves you. I’m totally u settled at the moment. Hoping this doesn’t trigger an event and effect me and m6 dementia partner, we’ve been humming along so nicely for a few weeks. Today I feel like crying.