For some time, the condition moved slowly or stayed the same. I could notice no change. Graeme cheerfully told everyone, “I have dementia!” as if announcing he had a new puppy. He was curious about the process, as he had been curious about every process. No one could believe that he was afflicted: he seemed to be carrying on as normal.
When he was eighty, he made the decision to stop driving. He’d continued to be an excellent driver. “But,” he said, “if I’m involved in an accident, even if it’s the other guy’s fault, the fact that I’ve been diagnosed will tell against me.” We had to think up other stratagems for getting around. For Pelee, through our friend Rick Masse, we got hold of two four-wheeled electric scooters with roofs and detachable waterproof sides. The batteries were good for getting to the liquor store and back. We rollicked on as before. Still, there was the sensation of treading water.
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