My name is Gerda Saunders, I have dementia. From 2016 to 2022, RadioWest and/or PBS Utah recorded how my family and I strive to live joyously despite my loss of memory and identity. From this footage they produced the 1-hour documentary, The Gerda That Remains
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In Las Vegas my dementia wins, I lose
Lonely Girl Room 315, detail. Sculpture from Constance McBride’s The Lonely Girls project (2011-2014). My frequent failures in what used to be easy daily tasks constantly remind me that my days of still having some life-of-the-mind and relative independence are running out. No wonder, then, that I was deeply moved by Constant McBride’s Lonely Girls sculpture collection. The […]
Days when dementia is not the worst of my (micro)vascular disease
Featured image, Rosa Verloop, nylon sculptures This is going to be a “woe is me” post about a topic that we usually keep firmly behind the bathroom door. Therefore, if you don’t want to hear about the degradation of my digestive system, get out now. If, however, you also have an annoying, embarrassing, or otherwise very […]
Dementia Field Notes: How shallow lies the anger in my bosom
Why did the arrival of this package at our front door make me so angry? Because of what it looked like on the outside, I was angry enough not to want to open the box. These were my runaway THOUGHTS when I saw the images and words printed on it: Oh no, someone is […]
“To say goodbye is to die a little”: Part II
This post is Part II of my long goodbye to my forever-in-progress novel Last Pietà. Part I, my previous post, consisted of historical information about Michelangelo’s life, the stunning facts that intrigued me so much that I just had to write Last Pietà. It introduced the sculpture of my book’s title, on which the artist worked until […]
“To say goodbye is to die a little”: Part I
The title of this post is from The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler. The goodbye on my mind is one of my own. It has been 1 year—no, 6 years, 11 years? almost 30 years?—in the making. Or shall I say, “470 years?,” thereby vaingloriously linking my major and final fiction writing effort to the last […]
Dementia Filed Notes: Is my stick just schtick?
While I diligently work all the time to reduce my material possessions, I have recently added and item that falls under the category “could live without it.” It is just very nice to have: my telescoping cane from independent living.com. I chose it over the blingy or artsy ones that I’d most definitely have preferred […]
Dementia Field Notes resumed: entry wounds
Featured image: Maria Lassnig, Dame mit Hirn (Woman with Brain), 1990. When I retired from my job as the associate director of and a teacher in Gender Studies nine months after being diagnosed with young-onset dementia (2010), my colleagues gave me a beautiful leather-bound journal, the gilt-splotched kind with pen-friendly, unlined paper. For the first months of my retirement, […]