I read over my last comment and realize how self-centered it sounds, but I needed to get some things off my chest. That doesn't mean I'm totally miserable or pity myself for what my husband is going through. I'm a homebody by nature, so I'm more content than some would be to just hunker down. I need to work on making myself get out more. I, too, find a trip to the grocery store enough excitement for one day or a couple of hours spent with a good friend. There are so many in much, much worse situations than mine, and I'm grateful for the life I've had and still have. My husband is a good, kind man, even if he can't remember my birthday or his grandson's name. But despite the gratitude there are times when negativity takes over and has to go somewhere--like to this forum. A friend once said, Patience is a virtue. The only virtue.