3am

The irony that I recieved a 3am phone call is amazing last night. It was from an elderly friend who was in a state of panic. She has althiemers and my number had been programed into her phone and I was the only one who picked up. She was scared. Her husband was trying to kill her. Her husband has been dead for 15 years and she is 85 and losing her grasp on reality. I calmned her down telling her she was safe and I would send someone to help her. I had to reach out to a friend who I have not been in contact with recently. She lives across the street so I told her that this poor woman needed some help....she was really scared and she called me. My friend who I have had a strained relationship with, forgot that we had been having problems, was grateful for the call and went to help this poor woman. She found her wandering around in the cold with her cell phone and keys, hiding from the husband she thought was after her. My friend got her back to bed and called the womans' family and was told....just give her some tea and she will go back to sleep. This is not the first time this has happened. My friend stayed with her until the elderly woman went to sleep....then left. She called me to say all was ok and what the conversation had been with her family. It made me sad. All day I had felt I was a burden to my family and here was a woman who family was really treating her as a burden. Our situations are different but almost the same. I wonder if I lost it in the middle of the night who would come to assure me that I was ok. I am so scarred of the progression of my disease....more afraid of being a problem to my family.