During the past few weeks, I have looked back at the entries I made during the first year after Kate’s diagnosis. I have been struck by the similarity of symptoms then and now. If you are someone who has read the early posts as well as recent ones, you may be thinking Kate hasn’t changed very much. That is definitely not the case. She is unquestionably worse now than almost seven years ago. The difference now is the number and type of symptoms that occur. The progression of her illness has been very gradual. Were that not the case, she would be in a very different place today.
Last night and this afternoon, I observed two instances of behavior patterns that are very similar to what she has been doing but with subtle differences. They may be subtle, but they keep accumulating and make a difference for the long run.
About 8:15 last night, I told Kate that I was going to take a shower. She wanted to know what she should do, and I told her it would be a good time for her to put on her night gown and prepare for bed. She got up from her chair and went to her room to get her gown. When she returned, she was wearing a robe and was carrying a pair of slacks. Coming back to our bedroom in a robe rather than a night gown has become a rather frequent occurrence. I asked if she felt better in a robe than a gown. She looked puzzled. Then I clarified why I was asking. I told her that I had noticed that she frequently came back in a robe than a gown. Again, she looked puzzled. I asked if she would like me to get her a gown. She said she would appreciate that. I gave her a hug and told her I would be glad to do that. She thanked me. Like many things, I will never know why she doesn’t get a gown. She has any number that are hanging in her closet. I suspect that she may forget why she has gone into the closet, her eyes catch a robe, and she pulls it off the rack. She almost always wants a gown when I ask.
As we drove up to the house following lunch, Kate asked, “What can I do now?” I told her she could work outside or she could stay inside and work on her iPad. She indicated that she wanted to work outside, but first, she wanted to brush her teeth. I told her that would be fine. It is really a great day for outside. It is a bright sunny day and in the low-60s.
I came inside and hung my jacket in the closet. I was walking toward the kitchen when she came out. She asked, “What do I do now?” I reminded her that she had said she wanted to work outside. She said, “I was just making sure.” This may not be the first time this has happened, but it is at least the first time it has struck me that she must have forgotten what she had said she was going to do and wanted me to tell her. In the past, she would have forgotten and just done whatever she wanted at that moment.
Something else happened this morning that sensitizes me to Kate’s prospects for more serious declines. I got a text from a college friend, Nancy Hardwick, who lives in Denton, Texas. Kate and I had dinner with her and her husband, Charlie, in October when we went to our 65th class reunion at TCU. She indicated that Charlie, who also has dementia, had declined rapidly in the past few weeks, had not eaten in two weeks, and might go on hospice as early as tomorrow. I had known from Nancy and could tell by observation that Charlie was ahead of Kate in the progression of his dementia, but I never imagined that a few weeks later, he would be going into hospice care.
This news reminded me of a similar situation with a friend in Nashville. A year ago in August, I saw her at a luncheon here in Knoxville. I was aware of her Alzheimer’s and that she might be a little ahead of Kate. A month or two later, I learned that she had made a sudden decline and was on hospice. She died in February.
As I noted above, Kate has not experienced a rapid change of this nature. Knowing about these two friends, however, makes me more aware of that possibility.
In addition to these things, I have wondered about Kate’s behavior patterns over the past six weeks. She has been in an unusually good mood. She has been very compliant. I am wondering about two different things. First, could it be that she is moving deeper into the “fog” that accompanies this illness and is not experiencing the frustrations that have nagged her in the past. The second is something of a statistical nature. I have often observed certain kinds of events occurring with greater frequency are often followed by a corresponding lessening. The most vivid illustration comes from my business experience. If we have a month in which business increases dramatically, that is often followed by a slower month.
I don’t spend much time worrying about these things, but I do wonder. Among all the possibilities that I have considered, a sudden decline anytime soon is not among them.
