Amid all the craziness caused by this pandemic, my husband ended up in the hospital because of neurological and cognitive changes. I have noticed subtle changes in him over the past five years but when you live with someone, and the changes are slow, it’s easy to overlook, or excuse. It’s even easier to miss something when people are busy with work, children, friends and family. While at home with DH full time, I realized how forgetful he had become, and noticed signs of a class of problems that are referred to as executive function deficits. Reversible causes were ruled out in the hospital. He was given a formal diagnosis of dementia and now we need to head to a specialty center to get more information on the type and most likely expectation for prognosis. I am incredibly sad and also scared. I had imagined the two of us living long, full, happy lives together and looked forward to enjoying my DH warm and loving presence long into our future lives (forever?). All that is now changing, the person I have known and loved is slowly leaving me, and I’m trying to take my life one minute at a time. I want to make each minute count and make it positive and ensure that I do my very best. It’s hard when I am so sad and scared. The unknowns and changes that face me (and DH) feel unfathomable and overwhelming. He just turned 55. We recently celebrated our 32nd wedding anniversary, and have been together for 34 years as a couple, and have been friends for 37.