For Better, For Worse. Rebecca Winters

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      Feeling as though she were in the middle of a nightmare, Kit met with Dr. Penman and a Dr. Noyes, the staff psychiatrist who’d been called in for consultation.

      “Why doesn’t he remember me, Dr. Noyes? What’s going on? I’m frightened.”

      “I don’t blame you,” the psychiatrist replied. “Memory loss is not only disturbing to the patient, but to his loved ones, as well.”

      “Have you ever seen a patient take this long to snap out of it?”

      He nodded. “At the end of the Vietnam era, I was finishing up my residency in California. I worked with several patients who’d lost their memories as a result of a closed head injury during the war. These were men like your husband who had no prior physiological problem and no other complications.”

      “How long did it take them to recover their memories?”

      “I don’t know,” he said, and Kit gasped quietly. “Please allow me to explain, Mrs. Mendez. That was years ago and I only worked with them for a three-month period. Most likely all have regained their memories by now.”

      “Three months?” She sat forward in the chair. “How can you compare war injuries to an accident as straightforward as my husband’s?”

      He studied her for a long moment. “I was hoping you could tell me.”

      “I don’t understand.”

      “In my opinion, your husband could be suffering from what we call psychogenic loss of memory. What that means in lay terms is memory loss when there is no organic disease present. In other words, the onset of amnesia by a head injury because of a stressful event prior to the injury. With soldiers, it’s battle fatigue, terror, isolation—all things the mind would want to suppress.”

      Taking off his glasses to rub his eyes he said, “With most other people, the stress generally comes from serious financial problems or an insoluble family crisis such as a disturbed parent-child or sibling relationship. In such cases, the patient’s amnesia serves to help him escape from an intolerable situation. He can’t find a rational way to deal with the circumstances, so he retreats. Is there anything in your husband’s past like that? A problem so serious that he’d want to suppress it?”

      “Dear God,” Kit mused aloud and she sprang to her feet.

      “What is it, Mrs. Mendez?”

      Without pausing for breath she told the doctor everything about her association with the Mendez family, leaving out only the most personal, intimate details.

      When she finished he nodded. “In an aristocratic family such as you’ve described, duty and honor are of overwhelming importance. Your husband’s intolerable burden no doubt comes from the conflict between his feelings for you and his sense of family responsibility. With an autocratic father and a vulnerable, dependent brother, not to mention a mother who by culture and upbringing remained helpless in the face of such tension—well, all of that could trigger the amnesia.

      “And think of the trauma he must have felt when the woman he obviously loved enough to risk disturbing the delicate family balance ran away, making it all but impossible for him to ever find her again. What you have, then, is a man who couldn’t take any more.”

      “But he did find me!” she cried out. “We were married before he went into the operating room.”

      “That explains his almost irrational need to marry Mrs. Mendez before he went under the anesthetic,” Dr. Penman interjected.

      “Exactly,” Dr. Noyes concurred. “Mrs. Mendez, your husband’s situation is classic. His injury occurred before your marriage which is why he’s blocked the marriage from his memory. For the time being, he’s wandered away because the pain of losing you over an intolerable family situation is too great. And according to you, it still isn’t resolved.”

      Kit was listening carefully. Though she was terrified of the answer, she had to know. “How long will this amnesia last?”

      Dr. Noyes did nothing overt, but she could sense she wouldn’t like his answer. She couldn’t help shuddering.

      “Patients respond in two different ways. The first group emerges with a full resumption of identity and an amnesic gap covering the loss of memory or the fugue, as we call it.”

      “And the second?” she whispered, her heart contracting with fear.

      “In the second, which is very rare, patients have an awareness of their loss of personal identity, and an amnesia for their whole life.”

      “No!” she cried out and clung to the desk for support. Dr. Penman was the first out of his chair to steady her.

      “I realize this is a great shock to you,” Dr. Noyes said in a gentle voice. “I’d like to tell you that his amnesia is temporary and will go away in a matter of hours. That may well be the case, but I just don’t know. However at the moment, my concern is more for you than your husband, Mrs. Mendez.”

      Kit lifted her head from her hands, wondering how he could say such a thing.

      “The fact of the matter is, your husband has lost none of his motor skills or his ability to take care of himself. For example, he knows to brush his teeth and take care of his bodily functions. He knows it’s Friday and that tomorrow is Saturday. He’s even aware that he’s in Idaho and that he comes from Spain. He functions like you and me and acts appropriately without drawing attention to himself by any abnormal behavior. In fact, he’s no different from before the operation except that he can’t remember the past. But he’s not unduly distressed about it yet because no one is pressing him to recall incidents that his subconscious is suppressing.

      “Whereas you have total recall. And you’re a brand-new wife, married to a husband who has no knowledge of you. That’s a very painful situation, Mrs. Mendez. Dr. Penman and I are here to help you deal with this in any way we can.”

      “I don’t have the faintest idea where to start!”

      “We know that,” Dr. Penman said. “No two amnesia cases are the same, which means that it’s an extremely unpredictable disorder. But for the next while, your husband needs to recuperate from the operation. In a few days I’ll have him transferred to a private room, where you can sit at his side day and night if you wish. It will give you time to come to grips with the situation. Until then, however, we feel it’s best if you don’t see him.”

      Her expression must have prompted Dr. Noyes to say, “Feel free to talk to me whenever you wish.”

      “When I do see him, what am I supposed to say? How am I supposed to act?”

      “Do what your instincts tell you. Be yourself. In the course of time, daily events will probably trigger something in his brain and he’ll recover his memory. Your biggest problem will be to hide your anger from him.”

      “My anger?”

      “Oh, yes, Mrs. Mendez. You’re going to get very angry before long. It’s a natural part of the grieving process. СКАЧАТЬ