I’ll always trust my wife’s intuition, regardless of how HD affects her
Symptoms of Huntington's can include irrational and delusional thoughts
Two weeks before Valentine’s Day, my wife, Jill, approached me with an unexpected request: “Let’s go away for Presidents Day weekend.” When I hesitated, citing work deadlines, her expression changed. “I’m feeling bad juju about being home,” she admitted quietly, a statement that immediately concerned me given her ongoing battle with Huntington’s disease (HD).
Jill often worries that HD symptoms might lead her to experience delusions, causing her to doubt her own perceptions and instincts.
She once told me about how, in the cartoon series “Scooby-Doo,” Shaggy and Scooby were always dismissed by their crime-fighting teammates despite regularly sensing, seeing, or experiencing danger first. “No one ever believed what they shared,” Jill said. “But every week, they were ignored by the people who should’ve known better. Even if they’d been wrong, what harm would it have done? The thing is, they were never wrong.”
The parallel to her own situation wasn’t lost on me.
I’ve always been a planner, preferring structure and predictability, while Jill, at times, likes to navigate life using her intuition. Over the years, I’ve come to value this quality in her, even when she canāt explain her feelings. So, when she mentioned “bad juju,” I didn’t dismiss it, despite my initial confusion.
“Bad juju?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She shrugged, unable to articulate the feeling fully. “I just … I feel … I just need to get away from here.”
I saw the genuine distress in her eyes and knew that whatever she was feeling was real, and that I should heed it.
The next day, I booked a room at a fancy hotel in Virginia and planned a romantic weekend getaway. The trip proved to be exactly what we needed, allowing us to escape our daily routines and the ever-present shadow of HD. We explored the local mall, enjoyed amazing restaurants, and binge-watched reality TV in our room.
As we drove home on Presidents Day, we felt rested and content. But as we approached our neighborhood, our mood shifted. A massive oak tree had fallen across one of the roads leading to the street we live on and gotten tangled in electrical wires, reminding me of the tree that fell on my sister in the same neighborhood in 2019, causing her death.
After we arrived home, we noticed that our electricity was out. In fact, it was out in our entire subdivision. It was then we understood what Jill was recently feeling.
“I was so worried,” she said. “I thought the ‘bad juju’ was Huntington’s. I thought I was becoming irrational.”
Understanding washed over me. HD is always looming in our consciousness, the fear of its progression a constant worry. I squeezed her hand. “Oh, honey,” I said softly. “You weren’t being paranoid. You were being … intuitive.”
When Jill thanked me for following her instinct, she said she was grateful that I believed in her, even when she couldn’t believe in herself. I promised her that she’d always be the person I believe, just like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy should have been, and assured her that I’d trust her intuition, regardless of how her HD progressed.
In that moment, I saw a flash of sadness as she realized that her thoughts might one day become irrational and delusional. But I also knew that, no matter what she’s thinking or feeling, I’ll always have her back.
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Sue Byrne
I love this piece you have written about your lovely wife Jill. I am in Sydney, Australia and my sister ( 57 years old) has Huntingtons. She has a lovely husband who cares for her so well. I see alot of similarities between your Jill and my sister Jo. They are the most inspiring people. My sister has many wise words when she speaks , I seek her advice and she is so often insightful. I also think she has good intuition just like Jill. Thank you for your honesty and your well written and interesting insights Carlos. Bless Jill ! Sue
Stephanie Starke
My beautiful daughter, Ginger, age 49, died of Huntington's on New Year's Day (this year - 2025). She was diagnosed with it in 2014 & has been in a group home for about 9 yrs. I was SO BLESSED to be able to be with her for the last 3 days of her life (non-stop) & to be talking to her & rubbing her head as she passed, along with my best friend & her husband, and her favorite caregiver, Tony. I don't know why I'm posting this, except maybe to connect with someone else who understands the eventual finality of life for a loved one with this terrible disease. I hope you have as many good times with your loved one as possible while you still can. Blessings!š