Descending the stairs

Though I have approached most days in my life with a anticipation of what God had in store, I never expected the uniqueness I experienced nowadays. Caring for a loved one diagnosed with dementia, I never know what awaits when I descend the stairs each morning. If it's a good day, he's ready to go out the door and wondering why I'm a minute late. If it's a less than good day, he can be in a general state of mass confusion, not confused about one thing specifically, just an overall pervading sense of disequilibrium that renders him unable to figure out even the simple things. It manifests itself differently everytime. I descend the stairs each morning wondering what hand we've been dealt.