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''' MODERN LOVE MODEMS '''

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KEEPING TABS ON MY wayward husband. '' I wondered if I would feel guilty spying on him. But following his dot on a digital map, I felt connection. With his Alzheimer's worsening, I could use electronic eyes rather than hover. ''

THE THIRD TIME MY HUSBAND complained about not being able to refill his subway card - I began to worry that the vending machine wasn't the problem. When I accompanied him the next morning, I knew it just wasn't.

My jaw dropped as I watched him squint and poke blindly at the screen, misreading prompts and misunderstanding the payment options button. Once he finally selected a dollar amount and tried to pay, he needed my hëlp to insert his transit debit card into the correct slot.

When he was prompted to enter his pin, he typed in our ZIP code and got an error pop-up. '' See?'' he said. '' It doesn't work! ''

I nodded, finished the transaction and watched him pass through the turnstiles to work. Back on the street, I replayed the weird disconnects he had been having over the past year; the visual problems he blamed on dyslexia.

The forgetfulness I attributed to undiagnosed A.D.H.D., and all the odd lapses at stores, banks and in our own home that he claimed were the fault of other people, gadgets and glitches. They had all seemed like random one-offs until now.

SEVEN neurology exams, two M.R.I's and one heartbreaking neuropsychology test later, my husband, at 59, learned that he had Alzheimer's, a rare early-onset subtype called posterior critical atrophy.

This means the plaque buildup in his brain started its dirty work with his visual processing before taking aim at his short-term and working memory.

By the last appointment in a year long series of humiliations for him and gut punches for me, we discovered that he could no longer read properly, sign his name on a line, remember the date or often why we were seeing a neurologist in the first place.

The doctors were amazed that he was still working at a city agency and commuting. I shared their view about working [ and it turned out that most of his office mates had been covering for him ], but not about commuting.

Like many native Brooklynites, he had been riding the subway his entire life - the system is baked into his long-term memory. He not only knew the lines and their quirky permutations but also where to stand on a platform to the doors of an incoming train would open right in front of us.

I constantly ribbed him for being a train nerd. It was no accident that our son's first toys were model subway cars.

Within days of my husband's diagnosis, when he was gently forced to retire from his job, he decided he would use his free time to take the subway around the city to visit museums, walk around favorite neighborhoods and catch films.

I was working and our son was in high school, so his options were to travel alone or with a companion I would hire.

He shot down the latter idea immediately. Though he acknowledged his diagnosis, he denied that he was exhibiting any big symptoms yet. I knew better than to point out that he had just been let go from his job because he couldn't read or type.

Believing Alzheimer's was his future and not his present was his lifeline.

I had to hold onto it, too. The idea of letting him explore alone gave me pause and it raised full-on alarm bells with members of our family who thought a hard ''no'' was the only answer.

However, it was a risk, I was waiting to take. Card machines aside, he still knew the subway system perfectly, and in my new role as caregiver I didn't want to curtail abilities before they departed on their own. Let the disease be the thief, not me.    

But that didn't mean I wasn't going to install guardrails on his travels. I had learned from parenting circles about apps and trackers used to keep tabs on children as they got more independent.

Upon joining several online Alzheimer's support groups, I learned that my fellow caregivers used the same technology to track their loved ones as they became less independent.

I hadn't tracked our son, who wouldn't have minded if I had, but i knew I had to track my husband, who would mind.

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