Thanksgiving

We had high hopes for Thanksgiving.  I think the relative ease of Lacy's transition to Shiloh had lulled us into thinking that our holiday with Lacy would be just as uneventful.  Sadly, once we picked him up from Shiloh, the paranoia and accusations began.  By the time dinner was served, Lacy was screaming at Kenny, and could not be reasoned with.  We had to eat in separate rooms.  We are so thankful for our family.  They stepped up to help us with Lacy, sitting with him in the dining room while we ate in the living room.

As long as Lacy could not see his dad, everything was calm.  We got great pictures with the cousins, and one with Lacy, Kenny, and I - Kenny was behind our boy, out of Lacy's line of sight.

The accusations continued as we drove Lacy back to Shiloh, and we left quickly after we got him settled.  We were emotionally drained, and our family was a bit shell-shocked.  They'd never seen the devastating effects of HD on a person's behavior.

This is what HD does to a person:  The disease strips them of their personality, and destroys the area of the brain that helps a person keep emotions in check.  Reason is gone.  The body and brain are slowly destroyed.   Our mild mannered young man has all but disappeared.  I have a hard time remembering when we could have a normal conversation with him.

Two days later, it was as if nothing had ever happened.  We visited Lacy at Shiloh, and he and his dad had a wonderful conversation.  Lacy talked about his family.  It seemed he was trying to hold on to his understanding of how everyone was related, telling us who was dad and mom to his cousins.  His speech and thought processes were a little disjointed, but he had the relationships straight.

We are thankful for the time spent with our son, and for the support of our family.





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