When One Door Closes--Another One Opens

It is June 30, 2009 and in 7 months, the eyes ofdifferent in 7 months?
the world will be focused on Vancouver, Canada,My heart and soul rests with Dave and the family.
for the 2010 Winter Olympics. My dream for theWe don't know what our future holds and how
past 28 years has been to be part of thismuch quality time is left. Last week when I was
magnificent event--not as an athlete, but as partout in the garden, smelling the freshly opened
of the volunteer medical team. I have spentflowers, my decision finally came from within. I
hundreds of hours travelling the world with ourhave decided that working with our athletes for
national and elite athletes preparing for my biggest4-5 weeks at the Olympics is too high a price to
goal-the Olympics. My career as a Sportpay for our precious time together. Honestly? I
Physiotherapist is fantastic and extremelyfeel sad, but there are no tears. It feels
rewarding. I still love it after all these years--it waswonderful to be reaching a place of inner peace
definitely the path I was meant to be on. I havewith our new life with dementia.
worked with the National Water Ski team for 9Living with dementia has been the 'tipping' point in
years and have been selected to 3 Canadianmy life--in a good way. I have learned to search
Medical teams, traveling to countries such asdeep inside for answers on how to live life better
China, Turkey, Italy and Chile.than before and what my next step should be. I
My longtime dream is so close, but is it really?am finding joy and laughter in the little things Dave
You see life has thrown me a bit of a curve ballsays or does because he can find joy and
and I am in the process of searching deep insidelaughter in his life. Every time Dave gives me one
for the answer to my question--do I continueof his genuine, innocent smiles, it reminds me of a
walking through the door to my Olympic dream?child under the age of 6 or an adult over 80. I am
Two years ago my husband, Dave, who had justliving with someone who is shedding his social
turned 57, was diagnosed with Frontotemporallayers and is the 'real deal'.
dementia. I am amazed at how quickly myLast week I received notice that I am shortlisted
priorities and purpose in life have changed. Insteadfor the Olympic host medical team. I have made
of travelling with athletes, I am spending moremyself available for 1 week, not 4 or 5. I am
time at home with Dave and our 2 grownexcited, but it is now in the hands of the higher
children, learning ways to enrich our lives, despitepowers whether it is best for me to go. If my
our latest challenge.dream of going to the Olympics is meant to be, I
Dementia is unpredictable and every day bringswill be thrilled. If not, I will be sitting with my
surprises. There is no way of knowing how Davehusband in the comforts of our home watching
will be doing tomorrow, not to mention 7 monthsthe Olympics on TV--knowing that life is turning
from now. Dave is able to drive--but for howout just the way it is supposed to. Life is
much longer? He makes simple meals like toastbecoming simpler and more peaceful. I never
and jam for breakfast, crackers and cheese forimagined that closing the door to my Olympic
lunch--what about dinners? Dave showers anddream would open a richer, more joyous one!
changes his clothes when reminded--will that be