Among the news dominating the airways today is Hurricane Florence as it approaches the East Coast of the U.S. It reminds me that at some time or other all of us find ourselves attempting to predict the future and consider our options. Of course, some things are easier to predict than others. Predicting the path of a hurricane has improved decidedly over the years; however, a lot of the things that you and I try to predict are much less reliable.
That leads me to comment on my own expectations for the future with respect to Kate’s Alzheimer’s as well as how I will respond to it. First, I’d like to say that I have recognized the importance of living in the moment with Kate. Just about everything we do is geared toward making the most of our time together. I am satisfied that it has worked to our benefit.
On the other hand, I tend to be a planner. I believe in the value of making preparations for the future. For me, that has meant understanding the various options available to us depending on Kate’s situation. Since Kate and I played a significant role in caring for my mother, who had an undiagnosed form of dementia, and Kate’s mother, who had vascular dementia, I have been painfully aware of where the journey ends. I am also well-acquainted and experienced with the variety of care options that are available to us during the progression of her illness.
As far as knowing if and when we might need to exercise one or more of these options, I’ve been far from omniscient. My mother died about four years after her doctor (actually, the social worker) told us she had dementia. My dad and I knew it sometime before then. If I had known then what I know now, I would have approached the doctor earlier. I suppose I was like most people. I just thought she was experiencing normal memory loss that accompanies aging. Besides that, I didn’t recognize ways in which Dad and I might be proactive in making Mom’s life easier. Looking back, I think Dad intuitively did the right things. He kept her actively engaged. Even near the end of her life, he usually took her with him when he went out. Of course, he had little option since he would never accept our getting help.
Kate’s mother died six or seven years after a stroke that led to her vascular dementia. For almost that entire period of time, she received in-home round-the-clock care, a year or two in her home in Fort Worth and almost five and a half years in our home in Knoxville.
Based on these two experiences, I never would have guessed that Kate and I would be able to enjoy ourselves so much at this stage of her illness. My approach as always has been to continue to do all that we can for as long as we can. At each stage, I have tried to look ahead to be prepared. Along the way I’ve asked myself the following questions. How long can we live a normal life?
How long will we be able to travel?
What will happen to our annual trips to Chautauqua?
When will I have to seek in-home care?
Will I be able to keep her at home as her mother did for her father? As my father did for my mother? As we did for Kate’s mother? If so, when will need 24/7 care and for how long?
Will I need to consider either or both of us moving to a care facility of some type? Independent living? Assisted living? Skilled nursing? A continuous care facility?
Shortly after the diagnosis, I thought that in 5-7 years we would be unable to have much pleasure. Within a couple of months, Kate and I both realized that we were living just as we were before. For the most part, that continued for another year or two. I realize now that this varies from one person or family to another. We have been more fortunate than I expected the entire way.
As far back as 2014, I thought our international travel was over. We traveled to New Zealand for three weeks. In May 2015, we took a trip to Switzerland for a similar period of time. That trip convinced me that was our last trip of that nature. It was simply getting too difficult for me to manage her and to handle the travel arrangements as well. In the Fall 2015, I made initial plans for a Mediterranean cruise from Barcelona to Amsterdam for May 2016. I could cancel without a penalty until the end of February. As Christmas approached, I began to question the viability of those plans. I decided to take a one-week cruise to the Caribbean in January 2016 just to see how well she (and I) got along. That experience convinced me to cancel our May cruise. Kate simply didn’t enjoy it as much as I had hoped. I think everything was too unfamiliar for her. It was simply too confusing.
Spending a week at Chautauqua during the summer was one of our favorite things. In 2016, for the first time we spent three weeks there. I was anticipating that as our last time there. I was wrong. I decided to try one more time. We went back in 2017 for a one-week stay. We enjoyed ourselves, but I was convinced that we would not be back. This time I was right.
Making the decision to engage in-home care was a big step. I never felt that I really wanted it from an emotional standpoint. I did, however, believe it was important to seek help if I wanted to care for Kate at home for the entire journey. This past Friday we completed our first year with a sitter. Once again, my guesses regarding the future were not accurate. That is probably a year or two later than I might have guessed after her diagnosis. We began with a schedule of three days a week for four hours each visit. That is still our schedule. I’ve moved slowly on increasing in-home care. I am grateful that we have been able to enjoy many pleasures a good bit longer than I expected, but I see more dramatic changes ahead. That is raising new questions about the future.
I suspect that this fall or winter I will add additional time. I haven’t been particularly good at predicting the future. I hope it won’t be necessary for a while longer. I’ll say more about that and the possibilities for long-term care in Part 2.
