It's about time for an update on Lana, my dear friend who has dementia. I call her every week and she never fails to remember me.
For a while, I was nervous calling her, would she forget me, would she have bouts of paranoia, would she ask me too many questions.
None of that never happened.
Our last call lasted an hour, the longest ever.
She had me laughing uncontrollably at one point in the call when she talked about a kind of spa in her luxurious assisted living complex which has beauty salons and hair styling units.
I said how's your hair looking? Look in the mirror and tell me. she told me it was crawling down her back.
She's a fan of really short hairdos, always has been so I asked her why the change.
She explained that to go to the salon would involve her emerging like a "fizzhead" and that, she would never, ever accept.
I know exactly what she meant and I said "like those tightly permed old women?"
And she started laughing uncontrollably too.
Then she said there's a new invention I have to tell you about.
And she proceeded to tell me about "something" that helps with hair and keeps it off her face and her aide showed her how it operated..
After a few minutes I said, you mean a headband I think.
And she went yes, yes, a headband. A brand new invention. You need to find one. They are amazing.
She's still so articulate in so many ways and sometimes her flashbacks astound me. I remind her that she is in a very luxurious residence when she asks where her money is.
She tells me she walks every day and sits on a bench and counts cars to keep her brain exercised.
I preplan the number, she says, and I don't get off the bench until I reach the number, hundred, two hundred, fifty.
She was a numbers whiz in her past life and this is no surprise to me.
I cherish our time together.